zinda murda

...the  evening  had passed in may, it was eight thirty , they were on their way  , there was enough spare time , they. Carried with them  a coffin and four shovels in their slow moving green van , the colour of the sky changed , as it began to rain , they had come without michael yesterday

Are we there asked jack like a child

 Just about there  answered robu who was driving  and was less drunk than others, they had crossed three  bars on the way out of four

We will be there shortly josh spoke , a deer was seen crossing the road in the headlights , the road  lead towards the jungle, now they crossed a small white cottage , michael lay unconscious on the back on the floor , i should take one more drink,  his tongue stumbled words falling on each other , had he used his brains he would still be  sane and conscious

gazal wasim bareily

..styles of pleasantries will be flung across

Distorted meanings will be  deliberately extracted

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Let the storms take over, nothing can be carried away

Real fear is when courage  and spirit is broken down

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The ground I stand on is my true identity

Just that you are blind  to recognize  it completely

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We are to live on in history of mentalscapes

Not printed material on periodicals to be torn away

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Decisions lay entirely on ettiquettes of the gathered

Who will be thrown out  of sight of the gathering

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You are merely a character limited in fiction

Remember that before you are discarded forgotten 

angna phool khilengey

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.ammi just stop it my feet are swollen , if arram could have got her way she would have simply sat down in the middle of the market , she was absolutely tired going around the mall shopping for the best choices  , selecting and rejecting 

Yes. i am also tired , i am done , lets come back tomorrow again, sadya agreed quickly, 

But before going back home feed me some good meal  somewhere good,  arram quickly  stuck her demand  , at that very moment asya s mobile started ringing 

Your mother in law is calling, , here hold them , she briskly  transfered all the bags  towards her, yes appa  her voice was completely  focused

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gazal ...wasim bareily

gazal ...wasim bareily

..the house i live in  is not my home

As  much as my favourite haunt

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Moments made between hearts is the glue

To escape formalities unwanted

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How could someone  accept me

As i never accepted anyone

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To keep alive relationship

Shedding a few tears  is enough

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Roads follow  mapping the feet walking

.spent is the era of fearlessness alone

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Swallowed i have oceans of sorrows

Never do i spill a drop of tear

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How much i repent saying that

If possible forget all that what happened

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Dont let ego ever stop you

Just come back when someone calls you

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wajdan

..she .on the final moments  of separation  from shehzad , even after shehzad got married to her younger sister sanya , she constantly kept on toying with the idea  that there never existed any relationship of love between them , whatever it was  he was merely a friend , her own contact  and thats all, she was doing her best to console her hurt feelings , even if something  existed  between them it was rotted and bitter , she wanted to forget it , her full focus was only on her life , hard as it was she had to move on in life, but some time later she started feeling she was a fool ,  she had been a real fool to fall in love with her own boss

Three months earlier she had entered that office  of waqar shah as his secretary , excited like a school girl 

ye fashion

....fashion is a term that relates to self love and appearance it is meaningful    in a different way, to present oneself in a personalised custom made appearance totally different from others, human nature is weird , it gets easily tired and bired by any monotonous  style  quickly ,,  there is a natural pattern  yet  there is uniqueness   in individuality, everyone  secretly desires to  dominate  others by their own exceptional  presence,  bollywood has spread  like corona   infecting  the streets and commoners  , nobody stays untouched by fashion  which quickly  captivates minds of the majority and as quickly  gets down like fever to catch something new , styles of walking talking and dressing up tickle imaginations  of the ordinary who dream of becoming extraordinary  by copying the new styles  which dont last a week

Girls are seen in strange   hairstykes  whether they look goid ir not but they do attract attention , children from wealthy families  look rich in expenssive attires branded  shoes and get ups 

Communication in english is trendy  and always in fashion for the elite  considered classy  in high end lifestyles, though urdu is one of the most beautiful languages everything sounds romance in urdu

Latest fashion is boys look girlish delicate

Women appear masculine muscular

najaat

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najaat

...  douglas had retired five years ago as  police officer , yet he had not forgotten the narrator whom he believed to be  accused  in  a  reported  case of   a girl gone missing seventeen years ago  when he was  still working in los angeles homicide department , he suspected the narrator had a hand in her disappearance , ,daughter of doughlous was close friend of the missing girlfriend of the narrator,  most probably the seed of doubt was sowed in the father s mind by his own daughter but there was no evidence against the narrator

 It was logical when he was on the job but he became agressively active to find oroof of his involvement in the girl s disappearance after his retirement because  he was no longer  lawfully tied back  now he works for a private detective with licence   as a client to find out what really happened to nikol vance, the missing girl friend of the narrator, , shaun doughlas was  passionately  using his power and money and expertise   to catch the narrator 

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