It was a cold night of Shaal (Quetta). I was sitting with my friends in Dr. Rasheed's room. We were discussing about literature. Were discussing Shakespeare, William Golding, Kali Das, Wang Zhihuan, Mubarak Qazi, manzoor bismil, Sher Mohammed Mari and other famous literary persons. My mobile was kept in front of me. The screen lit up and a message appeared. I opened the text and it was Aimo, Aimo my love and she was asking me where I am.
After her text, I departed my friends and headed towards her.
When I entered in the gate of BMC I saw the trees were looking greener, the flowers were smelling better and the street lights of BMC were shining as if it's a shiny day.
Looking around, I saw her sitting on a bench
when I was passing near that bench she called me and said:" Come here"
I went and sat on the bench.
I inquired about her health and started talking with her.
Meanwhile I was lost in her eyes. She held my hand, smiled and said where are you? "
I replied: " I was lost in your beauty, I was lost in your eyes, I was lost in the redness of your lips that reminds me the sunset of Jewani." I was about to add something but she put her hand on my mouth and silenced me.
Then she smiled and Said: " Yar I love you"
After hearing this I hugged her and said: " Don't Worry, I am always with you "
Then I kissed her forehead and we continued our discussion.
After a lengthy discussion we departed by hugging each other.
It was our last meeting. We both were not aware about this. We both weren't aware that the conservative mindset of this society will not let us together and similarly we got separated by the fierce norms and values of Society. Moreover, later her separation, I was devastated from inside. I spent some years in madness. After a great disgrace, Shaal took me in her arms and endowed love to me.
But now I am surprised to see the love of the shaal and I can't differentiate whether it's your shadow in shaal or it's really you ?
By Azhar Azad