Setting: A quiet evening in Lahore. The sun is setting behind the rooftops. Two friends, Fahad and Zeeshan, are sitting on the verandah sipping chai after work. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves. The distant sound of a cricket match plays from a neighbor’s TV.
Fahad: (suddenly slams his cup down)
Bas yaar, I knew something would go wrong today. A black cat crossed my path this morning, and boom! Lost my car keys and dropped my phone.
Zeeshan: (chuckling)
Fahad, maybe you dropped your phone because you were busy panicking about the cat, not because the cat cursed you.
Fahad:
Joke all you want, but these things are real, bhai. It’s not the first time. Every time a black cat crosses my way, something bad happens.
Zeeshan:
Okay, Sherlock. And when non-black cats cross your path? Do you start winning lotteries?
Fahad:
Don’t try to science this away, Zeeshan. My Phuppo’s neighbor once saw a black cat while leaving for a rishta — the whole proposal got cancelled. True story.
Zeeshan: (grinning)
Sounds like the cat saved someone from a bad rishta. Maybe it should get credit!
Fahad:
You don’t believe in anything, do you? Nazar, taweez, jinns, black cats — all nonsense to you.
Zeeshan:
Not nonsense, just misunderstood. Look, black cats have been seen as bad luck in some cultures — mostly Europe during the Middle Ages. But in places like Japan or Scotland, they’re considered lucky!
Fahad: (raising an eyebrow)
Lucky? In Japan? That explains anime but not real life.
Zeeshan: (laughing)
Come on, man. Think about it. If a black cat had actual supernatural powers, they wouldn’t be sleeping in your garage or stealing biryani from your dustbin.
Fahad: (shrugs)
Maybe they’re undercover. Stealth mode. Dark arts.
Zeeshan:
Yaar, your brain is in Hogwarts but your logic is in 15th-century Europe.
Fahad:
Okay fine, Mr. Scientist. Explain how every time a black cat crosses my path, something goes wrong. Coincidence?
Zeeshan:
Confirmation bias. You remember the times things went wrong after seeing a black cat, but you forget all the times things were totally fine. Our brains love patterns — even if they’re fake.
Fahad:
So you’re saying I’m just imagining all this?
Zeeshan:
Not imagining, just connecting dots that don’t actually connect. Like blaming a cat for your bad Wi-Fi.
Fahad: (smiling reluctantly)
Okay okay, but what if I just avoid black cats? What’s the harm?
Zeeshan:
Well, what if you swerve your bike trying to dodge a cat and crash into a tree? Avoiding “bad luck” might cause the bad luck.
Fahad:
Hmmm. You’re sneaky with your logic, bro.
Zeeshan:
Just trying to keep you from becoming that uncle who walks backward if a cat crosses his path. Next thing I know, you’ll carry a lemon and green chili garland to office.
Fahad: (laughing)
Maybe I’ll gift you one instead! You clearly need some protection from your own arrogance.
Zeeshan: (mock serious)
Deal. And I’ll bring a black cat to your house every morning. Let’s see who wins — your superstition or my science.
Fahad:
Yaar, chai peetay hain. One of us will need strength for tomorrow’s cat fight.
[They both laugh. The black cat from the neighborhood quietly strolls past the gate again. Fahad stiffens.]
Zeeshan: (grins)
Want me to walk ahead and take the hit for you?
Fahad: (sips chai, mutters)
Let’s just sit here five more minutes. You know… just in case.
Science Vs Superstition 
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