Page 40 huma urdu digest

 ..if these days  urdu magazines are printed less its nothing to do with the less educated ir less interest in reading   awareness but its due to more electronuc gadgets , media coverage , internet availability , smart phones, dazzling apps  becoming more atteactive drawing swarms of users 

Another reason is  paper is suddenly doubled in price , expenssive and less in demand and usabilty  more laborious not easy to get , even then magazines survive its a miracle indeed, such magazines must be regarded with resoect honored and  valued

Doraha huma urdu digest

 ...life comes to a point  at crossroads  where one has to decide using all his wisdom and  knowledge  which way to go , whatever he chooses is not absolutely right , that moment is crucial  because uncertainity sways him between thinking and doing blocking his mind with doubts and fears , the moment splits itself  it becomes impossible to take any step , the troubled mind gets confused completely  trapped in the situation unable to find a solution  that heart likes 

He was also devoid and completely empty of his real self standing at the crossroads , regretting a mistake  he was  facing consequences of , his one move had proved the main turning point in his life  followed by disaster  but a blank mind fails to understand nuances of life s ways

Page 312 huma urdu digest

 ...the following day proved most interesting for both hamid and faridi , both sat  reading mirning newspapers in the hill view hotel lawn , a juicy gossip from the night vefore was published , renu was arrested for  plucking the moustaches of the subinspector , the two absconding captains who had instigated it were  wanted , laughing faridi put aside his newspaper 

What did you get from this all asked hamid  unhappily  , you unwittingly got her arrested  merely on a baseless suspicion

Baseless , dear little hamid you are just a kid  i am a thoghrou player

Neeli roshni huma urdu digest

 ..as far as one could see  just the sprawling desert  was visible ,  frequent hot winds blew  in more sand  dusting the faces of the travellers before moving on , small stations dont have waiting rooms  and facilities  where  tired travellers could take some rest  drawing the dark curtains  to make the rest room cool for a while , here all that was available was a tin shed open from all the sides , under this shed all sorts of men sat and lay around in unimaginable postures to relax , their dust covered  faces were expressions of   a mixture of  fear and exhaustion ,  their lips cracked dry and mouths filled with crunch of sand , scowls appeared on  every tired face  igniting more frowns on the surrounding  faces , the shed was sizzling like  mud oven  amidst  burning hot circling winds blowing in from all open sudes

Jungbaz huma urdu digest

 ...he had managed to  enter that area , niw ge had to carefully manouver hus way forward, , it was a sparsely populated village  not very far from their limits  because when he last spoke with shena  she had  commented he spoke like  abdalrahim  who was a faithful follower too , so now he decided to meet abdalrahim  to begin with  to test him before using him  it was enemy area he had to be very cautious 

Following the map he reached the shore and took out his adventure kit to change his disguise  to become unrecognizable completely  , he  prayed  to almighty sincerely before moving towards the    settlement, he chose not to cross the bridge , soon enough the resident natives began appearing  , they all were farmers working in the fields

Sawan rut me piya milan,,, pakiza anchal

 ..sawan bhado  are two monsoon months humid and wet, life becomes intolerable for many , ordinary people  look at their fans  and then at the sky overcast , praying to god , o lord  shower your mercy let rain fall down or at least let the fans move its so humid and suffocating amongst them all was grandmother nasrat of twenty year old rabab, rabab frankky hated summers because they were steaming hot , the house was barely a  room with a small yard , for the kitchen it was nerely one person s standing soace and squeezy , just one sgelf was fixed and the whole kitchen was literally built up on it , rabab would wash the bathroom floor at least ten times before going in for a bath but the floor bever shone , nusrat would affectionately try to make her fondest grand daughter understand  life was not easy  to which she would react  dadi dear had you gone abroad with chachu you could have comfirtably stayed in some old age home  but you aggressively refused to leave dadaji buried for years in his grave alone  

Maasi pakiza anchal

 ...it was a colony of well off people , roads  on both sides lined up with trees , bunglows  fully equipped with  daily neccessities comforttable lifestyle , trash bins  placed healthy distance away from the residences , entrances decorared with colourful plants  the colony gleamed clean the whole day, aur filled   with fragrance , the habitation was surrounded with a secure boundary wall with two security guards on duty full time watching  the entry, it was a most silent residential area ,only the plumber domestic maids electricians were seen moving about  because the residents drove off  directly from their houses and returned in their luxury cars directly back to their houses, in the late evenings very few were seen purposefully  taking a walk