from previous....

....he was  constantly  walking  forward on the gravel path, he  kept regretting   if only he had not  discarded  mobile as a useless  thing  he could have  learnt so much,  yesterday he recalled how  swiftly  rozina  s fingers moved  on the screen  and she was also  showing him new  pages browsing  the web, as if he was a kid , he was from the village  whose  head was filled with  ego of a man  the reason it was rather difficult to swallow his pride  ,  engrossed in his  broken  self pride ge  kept on sweeping his fingers on the mobile  and suddenly stopped hearing  female voices approaching,  two  young girls  dressed fashionably  , dark glasses  on their noses, hair  merely  for the sake of keeping peace  with tradition  touching the veil  that did not at all cover  them,  holding small sized traveling bags in their hands  were right before him,  speaking to each other  their voices and laughing  filled the air

Sheru stopped for a while,   snapping his neck turned  to  blow up his chest  picked up his mobile and held it to his ear with his other hand brushing his  hair  and by the time  he reached the girls he had bought half of Pakistan