The Great Flood 2.0 aka the second bout of torrential rain in Karachi deluged us all today. Surprisingly – and I knock all tables as I write this – KESC did not leave us contemplating suicide. We still have electricity, a fact I am so very, very thankful for.
And this is how the afternoon went down..
I return home in the afternoon having been filled with a sense of deep foreboding at the dark skies. At home is the sister, who missed the Great Flood’s first edition and has not yet taken my hysterical recollections seriously.
4:30 PM: The rain begins.
4:35 PM: Turn AC off, since its located on the wall that water leaks in from. H seems extremely excited at finally being able to help, and has brought containers and cloths to mop up water with, and is ordering me to wear slippers. She would get the cat to wear slippers too, if she could.
4:36 PM: Attempt to move stabilizer results in me banging my knee against it. Believe may have broken one, nay, several bones, such is the pain. Scream in agony.
4:40 PM: Still screaming. Cannot believe I have been so stupid as to injure myself on an afternoon where no travel to a medical facility is possible.
4:42 PM: H is still mopping away, entranced and now thoroughly enlightened to how exactly our room floods.
4:45 PM: H interrupts mopping to examine knee. We judge it cannot be broken. Screams abate.
4:50 PM: Enter Smoky, resident cat, to survey progress of work. Utterly surprised at how both of us are not working at such a terrible hour (containers having overflown and mops having been wrenched for the umpteenth time). Of course, life must be good for her, sitting on top of the TV.
4:55 PM: H bemoans fact that we have been interrupted from watching Namaste London by the rain.
5:10 PM: Dad enters, utterly soaked. Smoky’s expression shows utter delight at having been avenged by the skies for all the times she has been bathed by evil Dad and evil H.
5:15 PM: Inform Dad about state of knee. He was going to ask me to make tea. Clearly, aforementioned accident has its benefits.
9:20 PM: Rain seems to have stopped. Am reminded of favourite line from the utterly fantastic film Les triplettes de Belleville: ‘Is that it, then? Is it over, do you think? What have you got to say to Grandma?’
9:30 PM: Attempt trip outside to the shop. Lanes and streets flooded with water. Find one dry street patch, feel like kneeling down and kissing it. Would have, if wasn’t scared of contracting diseases.
9:40 PM: Shopkeeper in entirely high spirits. Clearly, he is also as delighted at KESC’s miracles. His attempts at humour are not appreciated, he’s not drenched, is he!?
All in all, not a bad day. Its almost 11 PM and I know there’s rain forecast for the next 48 hours, but at least its over..for now.