Once in a while, you come across a metaphor which is so beautifully woven that it conveys far more than the sum of words; it creates its own magical effect. I call it magic because words as such are simple, indistinguishable entities but a master of words with his pen infuses life in them making them able to hurt us, mock us, or better able to laugh.
Recently I came across one such metaphor in an article by Jug Suraiya. It was about pathetic conditions of rentable flats in Delhi. He described a "Good Flat" in these words:
" They are like ghosts; many people believe in their existence, but no one seems to have seen one when asked."