Like most saturday nights—we (dost yaar) sat in the cars for out on the town. By & largely—dinner, beach, hut, bowling or just a plain outing r our options. But, something, was different this week; this was a night of Ramadan.
As the cars started to spin the wheels, a touch of fresh air on cheeks started to amplify—as if, it was in some sort of rivalry with the speed of the vehicle. A fresh pearl drops I felt on my cheek, a rain drop perhaps! Ohh wait, theres not a single cloud on the sky….errmmmm daynm that was probably the water on the road arghhhh.
One one one—showed the watch. It was 1 AM—we had to pick one of the friend from near “Uzma center” (a shopping place) and than we were planning to go for a bowling. Actually a match between 12 of us with teams of 6 players each.
Something in the air was different, the aroma was diffrent, it felt nice. Although tonight there was no earsplitting music, or much of the conversation—everyone & everything seemed calm—in peach. The moment I felt! Ramadan in the Air.
Almost 2—not rushy but ppl were still shopping. After we picked the friend the convoy of four cars moved again to its destination. 15 min more & we begun to hear the thud of those sporty engines. Yes! The sound of Illegal Car Racing. (two weeks ago two of the guys got killed I heard) but looking at this place u would never be able to realize that.
Around 2:10 AM and the bowling alley was over crowded (of course Ramadan in air remember?). We were on an hour waiting time. A loud music—place filled with smoke. Some girls were wearing capri pants—or skin tight jeans with short & sleeveless shirts. A body language had a slender touch of salsa in it with the rhythm of music, between fingers a burning ash of triple 555 or B&H. And i asked my self again—Ramadan in the air?
We won. It was a time to decide a place for “Sehri” a local restaurant was mutually decided which had the buffet sehri package. After a rushy place & loud music—everything seems so calm & quiet. 4:30 AM & u would feel its a busy lunch time in restaurant. Ppl, friends, families—some kids too—half asleep, some running & playing around—others crying.
Yes! It was a Ramadan in Air. In its own various ways.
