mein anmol

... as the night  rose to its youthfulness  the illuminations and  fun element  dazzled  the  surroundings,  amal sat  curled up shyly in the lounge sofa,  her face was reflecting  mixed feelings of new  strangely  pleasant  and nervous  expressions,  she wasn't  unsatisfied at all,  perhaps she had compromised with her circumstances,  she hoped for the best for herself,  she knew it those who failed to accept their  circumstances  always remained  unhappy,  all others sat talking  mostly  on fashion and fitness,  women and girls  commented on each other's  clothes  and  backbiting 

Rather bored she got up from the gathering,  for quite a long time she was getting bored,  she wasn't liking it, , she came out in the small veranda to sit down in one of the chairs,  the weather was  pleasant outside,  , she was finding it stifling inside,  , jasmine and gardenias grew luxuriously  around the boundary walls, the air was  heavily saturated with the floral scent,  those  floral blossoming  plants were freely  spreading their perfume 

A deep sigh released from her heart,  several memories  reflected shimmer in ber eyes,  floral perfumes,  monsoon,  colors and childhood to youth  good moments  spent  in life  lighted up her mind,  scared she stood up, she felt awfully thirsty,  right before her was placed a large cooler,  she poured herself a glass of water,  she was about to take a sip when aunty saima walked up towards her exclaiming  what was an old doing there