Your sweater at the lamp post
You remember one day I asked, ‘Ali Farzan where are both the sweaters you usually wear?’ ‘One is in the school’s drawer’ you said. ‘And where is the other one?’ I asked. ‘One minute, let me come’, you ran outside the house and picked the sweater from the lamp post across the street. Mustafa was amazed and said that the sweater was laying there for the past two days. You agreed and told us that we made you wear it while it was not cold. You were doing it for the whole month of november; wearing sweater on our insistence while going out for play but putting it off while playing. My analysis was that you were trying to look like your local friends who were used to of wearing T shirt while playing in cold.
I saw you making many such attempts so you could look like the locals in the three months you spent in Memphis. You were making every effort to cope with the shift from Karachi to Memphis. You didnt like it in the beginning. You never said that but was irritated at times. This was the sign that you disliked the change. Gradually you started likening the place as the laughter came back. And it is your place now. Everything here is referenced by you; the street, the bus stop, the house entrance, the wind, the rain. You did the magic of becoming so local in just three months. You were used to play tricks to your younger cousins. It looks like one of those tricks. But it can’t be, as you are resting in the soil of Memphis now so this place is actually yours.