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bougainvillea still bloomed healthily amidst other blossoms , the flaking whitewash of the walls was repainted by the sisters, they kept themselves very occupied, they were surrounded with lots of noise , the days passed working and at night they all got together tied with the invisible thread of emotions
-her life had become a wait for him, hoping desperately one day he will return to her, it was her world, her corner where sitara academy on her name plate displayed it , she had opened this academy at home, several children attended her classes whom she and alya gave lessons and helped in their studies,, aliya was now bsc student,noshi and rukhsar were doing their matric
-he went away never to return, on the news channels programs appeared and reappeared blasting themselves that a gang that sent people abroad illegally was busted at the airport, it was then she realised there was another soul inside her growing, the storm in her life blew every happiness away leaving behind a destroyed her,, they kept it a secret from mother but that evening the four of them wept together hugging each other, they tried to support each other helplessly asking the great unanswered question preventing them their happiness-what next
-how long they kept on looking at each other was not sure, from the eyes of his mother love was flowing , streaming emotions bound them , it was clear she had recognised her son, he was also unable to restrict himself mentally and emotionally to himself , time flew past in seconds covering nineteen years they had lost , before he could break down emotionally unable to cope with the sentimental situation , mother stretching her arms stepped forward , her lips moved slightly, then she uttered softly -my dear child , her voice shattered the deadly silence killing them both , all barriers were removed and they both tightly embraced each other
-all those thoughts crossed his mind in a fleeting moment and why hafiz kapur had made this deal trusting him completely, he like any trader had made this transaction, praying to god he would turn him again into a happily prosperous man settled peacefully in exchange he would allow him to meet someone he had come from america looking for desperately
-how do you know my mother
-his question was unintended and casual that just slipped out of his mouth on azim's confession,, the question had escaped but it was certain it did not register its presence on azim's mind or he would have asked him more regarding his mother, so he consoled himself that it was better to drop the topic for azim was not capable of catching the point that salma was his mother
-the words of elder kapur sahib shook him up, his mind was absolutely spinning as he went through all sorts of mental phases, a storm in his mind stream was quite turbulent, so many hidden in corners thoughts emerged to present themselves before him , his state of mind was swinging between possible and impossible , he had become a question mark of the unanswered question troubling him, hafiz kapur"s last statement was echoing stunning him to complete silence , when the elderly man in a most gentle of tones and in a manner so generous asked him to go up to azim"s room where salma was waiting for him, he was shocked to hear his mother"s name mentioned from hafiz kapir"s mouth
