charging

....it was a medium sized ward in a privste hospital, , the corridor outside was  full of patients  relatives  waiting to see their  ailing relatives admitted there  in the i c u, , the waiting was endless  and  unsatisfactory, , nobody was permitted to go inside ,  they were given entry one by one  and that too at specific hours,  some of them were  awfully exhausted  stressed and  miserable, some of them were  depleted of their energy  collapsed on to the floor  fearful of what would  future bring them

One fifty five year old woman was battling for her life ,  three days ago nothing was wrong with her, suddenly she  became breathless and  a backpain , she was immediately rushed to the cardiology  , now directed to i c u, several colourful tedts followed , anaemic everywhere syringes were filled by her blood samples for the testx to be conducted,  helpless but grateful anyway   for the trestment  was started

naram gosha

...the heart is the mist cruel object,  all the hard stones in this world quickly learn to be hard from the pounding hammers,  to remain hard  what all the stone must go through , but the stone never  asks a soft heart to teach them how to be hard , the tricks of heart are not taught, 

Sometimes a soft spot grows for someone special out of nowhere , this turns out to be most irregular but impirtant  event in life  , the way dawar  had a soecial soft spot in his heartfor madiha , a pocjet  right in the center of his heart the suze if a silver coin, this is glued to the  emotional aspect

To like any girl tgere could be several not very specific reasons , but one of them   is  quite common , for instance just her eyes are so likeable or just her long luxuriant hair  atteact everyone s attentiin , , sime are merely beautiful others sad or salty   make them more attractive  , their  features draw  others hearts, its the pull  of the girls  magnetusm  but madiha had no attractions to pull anyone s geart strinfs  and dawar was pulled towards her, this is the story when the mustard fields  stretched towards hyderabad and the rivers had water flowing freely  , the weather used to be pleasant

 Memories  of love  and suffering stretch out of proportion with the passing times

jungle

....before him  lay the scene , it was real , a fact, such a bitter reality  , a fire of hatered and rage rose inside him , his head  was filled with overwhelming strong feelings , he looked into farha s eyes, , her eyes were devoid of fear devoid of shame  and completely devoid of any joy, the eyes were absolutely blank of any emotion , asad  speculated what all she was going through , he suddenly realised why shaista was scared , that specific moment could  change the whole situation on his involvement , triggering unexpected reactions, , an idea cropped up into his mind  once long ago  he had heard from a senior  that a woman and sword belong to the man using them , so clearly farha was not hers , this situation appeared  because  of someone else and farha s agreement , the fire burning within him was put off , he stood a long while   there before turning  to sit down he was tired of travelling , so much time had passed , shaista came to sit down by his side, 

Are you alright

Asad was fine   though his voice suggested otherwise his tone was defeated

He wanted to explain what was  happening 

A voice from behind his back rose

Let me explain shaista it was farha  who was there to explain her version

gazal

...every time our ryes met

Old memorues kindled

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Faces expressed clearly  emotions

Hidden and carried deep in the hearts

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.excellence in expressing  eloquence

Increased with each experience if hurt feelings

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.never be in love with the kinds

Whose very nature is faithlessness

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.temoting and ellusive this world is

Slipping out of catch  unobtainable far  beyond

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.heart  feels heavy in gatherinfs 

Almighty , orayers to you i offer

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.why speak  blaming of strangers  

Nazim  our souls are badly bruised by our own

deewangi

...  that  crazy lover  who has lost hus mind is usually seen sitting by a couple of graves in the  main city cemetery mumbling to himself , once upon a time he was a famius doctor , a reputed surgical specialist , owner of a  massive  private hospital , then one day what happened  was   everything  ended , now he like a spirit  of misfortune   roams the streets and crossings of the town  speaking to himself, his filthy apoearance   old rags dirty face  contradict he ever was a rich  doctor 

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...located  amidst the vast blues of tge skies  the brightly shining sun casted its  white rays directly  on the ground bathing it in its divine light  , the ground was full of all sorts of people 

 Lush green  trees  and adjoining  roofs of cottages surrounded  the church  with its sloping roof and architecture that stood there befire him  in its full majestic form

Sir vatese church  absolutely fantastic , was a treasurehouse of heritage and renarkable history lineage built one thousand years ago  in german architecture  during the ekeventh century  contained ferman streak  explained serena  in her cool voice, sir vetese was a preacher fearless enough to promote christianity , he was buried  underneath  , king henry then  turned  the building into a chapel , serena was speaking in englush all this long but zaran s expression was clearly  uninterested in historic facts  of the building 

page 71

....sheru,  spoke wasi , i have lost my new pair of shoes, , their merry laughter escaped from their mouths , perhaps it was an episode of the stolen shoes , intense fear of ammi jan.  settled on  him bringing hot tears to his eyes

Next stop was at the boat swing 

Depositing the money they. All  climbed up to settled themselves on the wooden planks , they were unstoppable at their mischief  making , a woman sat near by , wasi s elbow hit her bloated stomach  , the expectant mother  gave him two hot slaps on his face,  screaming are you blind  cant you see i am expecting , it was quite embarrassing scene realised wasi

So what  me too , i too have a stomach to take care of 

She looked  at him with surprise  

 Meantime the swing had started  , the excited noise erupted from the criwd, as the speed incread, increased the volume and  crazy shrieks  drowning the screams if this group of boys , wasi dug his teeth in the expecting woman s arm, whose shrieks rose  drowning his  and theirs were sunk together in the rising cresendo , finally their heads began spinning and the swing was stopped mid air, no refund , and extra payment to the victim woman they got down  , he was still walking bare feet , fear of ammi jan  doubled his troubles,  sheru declared he would help and procurred folded pair of  thin handnade pair of leather  provincial shies out of his pocket , he had been hiding them all this time, 

They reached nanu s boundary wall scared to death murmuring is there somebody there

Nobody there, because somebody is here came the angry vouce if nanu from behind the wall