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  ...newly wedded daughter rings up mother... Mom. I had a bad argument with my husband  Mom..its okay  dear, all married couples have arguments and carry on in life Yes mother But what do i do with his dead body ... Love,  wealth  work  are same in nature, they keep you occupied yet unsatisfied .. ...a  vegetable seller  was holding his newly born child A woman from neighbourhood commented what a lovely child The vegerable seller as his gabit retorted  Just arrived  very fresh

  ...he sat at the morning breakfast table with iqbal, the breakfast was over , tea cups were present before them , small talk had  ignited their mood and curiosity of  exchanging  notes about their neighbours lives and families , he was completely unaware of what was expected of him  but he was having a good time staying there He spent the whole day sleeping upstairs , he came down in the evening  refreshed and properly dressed , raqya beghum was cooking vegetables  outside in the veranda , seeing him she asked if he was ready to eat something  He was hungry of course , he was asked to wait  He suggested he could get foid from outside fir them  She gave her consent , he left and wandered around  , found a restaurant and returned  with food packed parcel , the same youth with a ponytail stood there with fifteen others on the corner

  ..sahir ali  felt  pain pangs shooting up in his body, , he had regained consciousness and opened his eyes very slowly bit by bit  looking around, he was in a hospital  room, , on his left side of the bed towards his pillow was a  screen showing  lines  going up and down , his face was swollen , he was breathing through the oxygen mask on his face, for a few moments he could not understand his situation , but as he  recalled his  memory the death wish became intense , he desparately prayed to god at that moment to end his life tgere and then  But observing he was  conscious the doctor broke into genuine smikes, seeing him he realized the life of shame would drown him Sahir ali was in his early sixties , good looking pleasant person , his beghum was equally good and amiable , old  timers were mistly simple plain people,  they always got along with their life partners  acceptance  readily came , he too had a...

 Wrong number huma urdu digest  .., one day he  started driving towards his friend s son s wedding , on the turn he was stopped by two policemen on the bike,  he lowered his window , they asked him  the location of sheikh ramzan, the narrator knew sheikh ramzan  lived in his street , he pointed backwards from where he had emerged, but curiousity  made him ask why they wanted  him,  because the man lived all alone and was a very peace loving person, barely sicialized  and spoke  rarely ,  The bike driver was a constable and his back passenger a sub inspector, they could not  have found the end of the row house in the street without his help,  There was a complaint made by a woman  on telephone , who gave the number address and the name of the man who was harrassing her Strange the narrator thought because the sheikh lived alone Posted by jyotsnapathania@gmail.com at 8:14 PM  No comments: Post a Comment

 ..the moon was brightly shining outside  but the prison   was cast in gloomy  shadiws , the  prisoners faces were merely  apparitions silluetted inside tge cells , there was fresh sniwfall   today , the sky appeared purple , by the midnight tge prison turned shivering cold like outside in the sniw , all the inmates were  protected from cold weather in sweaters coats and jackets , during summers the prisons stank but now the stench was gone  from the fresh air flowing in , by three thirty it started to grow dark , oil lantern was brought out  for a routine round around , a little bit if gissip and the prisoners went to sleep , the first one to wake up was labile was thief , a married man  father of three daughters , he opened his  wide mouth wider and yawned before  washing his face , they were three for three months  ready to be released