The gentle patter of rain on leaves cradles your thoughts like a lullaby, each drop a soft exhale that melts away the day's weight. A distant rumble of thunder whispers of storms passing, leaving the air fresh and electric with possibility. The occasional Meditation Bell rings clear and pure, marking moments of stillness where breath becomes prayer. This is the hush that falls over Karachi when the monsoon clouds gather low, wrapping the city in a blanket of cool, silver light.