By Hussain Afzal
Karachi and rain have a complicated relationship — a little like an old couple that loves each other deeply but can’t help turning every interaction into absolute chaos. It’s beautiful, yes, but also messy, dramatic, and completely unpredictable. And on Tuesday, I had a front-row seat to the madness.
It all started like any other morning. Grey skies, distant thunder, and that heavy, sticky pre-rain Karachi air. I stepped out for work hoping I could beat the rain. But just as I locked the gate behind me — boom — the heavens opened. Within seconds, I was soaked, and so was the city.
Still, I soldiered on, made my way to the bike, and tried to kick-start it like always. Nothing. Tried again. Still nothing. I gave it five attempts before reality set in — the rain had won Round One. Begrudgingly, I pulled out my phone and booked a ride-hailing bike. The rider showed up like a true Karachi savior, weaving through puddles and traffic to get me to work.
By afternoon, it felt like the entire sky had decided to d