Close your eyes and feel the Margalla hills breathing through the rain—the lapping lake waves become a slow heartbeat, anchoring scattered thoughts into stillness. Water birds call gently across the surface, weaving a thread of life through the grey afternoon. The creek bubbles over stones like whispered secrets from a garden wall, while rain taps softly on leaves, each drop a tiny meditation. This is the moment after a long Pakistan day, when the world softens and the soul finally exhales.