a few years ago, along several stretches of road (i think shamsheer being the main one) a number of ‘love is’ banners used to go up religiously every year, featuring the trademark little boy and girl.
love is…thinking of you.
love is…when we are together.
love is…being with you…always.
i remember straining to lookout for them every time i knew they were up, trying to catch glimpses while beng driven past, smiling and wondering who the lucky girl (woman) was whose boy (man) loved her so much that he wanted the streets to proclaim it. for the sweet dreamy 16 year old me with a mushy heart and an overactive imagination, it was the ultimate in romantic gestures.
so many stories became associated with it…an old man whose wife died of cancer…an uncle so in love with his wife even after 35 years of being married to her…a young man who was desperately trying to get his true love to say yes…the tragedy and emotion mingled to melt even the toughest hearts.
then randomly i ran into someone who claimed to know who did this…but of course i never followed it up. us romantics are not interested in the practical details. only the stories, and as fairy tales go, karachi had its very own to tell.