Horizon never felt so red was it the clarity of blue sky or was it something else but it always reminds me an old saying that dusk wails with the color of innocent blood; the air around us was getting cold, celebrating the sunset, sun kept every grain of sand burning all day long, wind whistling the sigh of relief was a clear indication that desert is coming to life.
Facing the sun, I was lost in panoramic view, pondering how the devil of night engorges shining plate of sun, inch by inch, a few rays of bright light still managed to escape like hope of resistance from a dying soul.
Zee, a shrilled sound brought me back into reality, reminded me that I am in the middle of Thar desert, look at this, zee, you know what it is?. He was standing close to me, with his arms stretched towards me, both eyes and fists closed on me.
What it is I asked, he opened his eyes, and I felt like sun has dropped into his eyes, glittering prodigiously with excitement, he was barely articulate. This is “black gold”, and I saw two pieces of hard coal in his hands, black gold, he repeated and it seemed that air forced every grain of sand to echo his word, black gold, black gold on and on
You know what zee, beneath these sands lies an ocean of coal, shallow and easy to extract, it is energy in cheap and opulence in abundance Zee, Pakistan can potentially become the richest state on the face of the earth, more energy than all the oil wells can produce and more wealth than all the Bill gates can amass, it is worth 15 trillion dollars Zee, 15 trillion dollars, he stammered and finally sat down on the cold bed of sand.
I saw towards horizon, it was still very red, now I understand why it seemed so red here, it seems like dryness of Thar is asking for innocent blood, now I understood the nexus of vandals inside and outside our beloved country.
