Abaad Shehr-e-Jaan Rahe--August--She pushed the glass door open and came out from the flower shop with a lovely bouquet of red and pink rose buds, the ink of dusk painted the sky dark, cool winds brought messages of soon approaching rain, overcast heavily the clouds began to shower tiny droplets, she remembered how she survived the previous day"s accident, actually she was not such a fool as to hit someone and stay there to be caught, but the public had immediately gathered , she was surrounded by a fierce crowd demanding her to take the handsome man she had carelessly hit, there were minor scratches on his body but his head injuries looked serious as they bled profusely, she had taken him to the private clinic where now she was carrying the bouquet.