Sudden silence

27 th august I don’t know why i writing this at this point of time. But i feel like pouring down somewhere, Noor was hit today. NO not by the govt. force but by the UN forces. 29 th august   Today i got some time. I will write about everything. As i had written earlier, i was to go to the station to buy the tickets. But at the last second , noor decided to come with me. She said she went just to make sure i don’t go and join the protests with my friends. But i knew she was scared of letting me out in that volatile environment, i don’t what help that was of. Maybe if i had been strong on the Liberty of Human being part while arguing with her, we could have been peacefully sleeping in our village right now. But Noor was any day a better orator than me. Salma had come with us, she also come with us, i don’t knw why she came, she was no less than a farista or angel for us that day. I was in the station, there were unusually a larger crowd of military personals that day. They hated us , t

22 nd April 2011 Raza khan, that is what the people across the streets used to call me. But my mausi called me abu and my sister Noor. I liked my sister’s name a lot, i liked being called raza but mausi wouldn’t listen to me ever. We lived in a a big city Rawalpindi, but the place we lived in was all messy,clobbered with electric poles,, wires, thatched roofs and garbage all around. Although i felt really special when   i used to return to my village, Arandui, where mausi said we and our mother were born. My mother’s name was Razia, although i never got to see her, mausi said she was very beautiful. Mausi’s parents (whom i had never seen, may be noor has, i ‘ll ask her) had left her a house. But mausi used to like living in the city, she said people in the village wouldn’t give that much money that we she used to get in the city. She was a tailor and had a shop in Rawalpindi. She had three girls assisting her, Salma was one of them. She was from our village and was one of the many fri

Just one text message, three misplaced beautiful words and a sender who was a close friend till then, was enough for my 6 years of building to come crashing down into mud and stones.... The message blew everything away my love, my life, my family, my friends, everyone and everything i called mine  After getting discharged from  the hospital she  decided to leave me .She had  walked  in my life when my life was rotting in drugs n pulled me out of it and left it to rot again. I had taken a never ending leave drowned in the depth of my sorrow i had stated drinking...not actually started but going by the amount of spirit that entered my body ..may be....with no responsibilities no restriction no deadlines, i was a free soul,i knew that it wasn’t the solution but i was helpless. A month had passed, with no soul being around i longed to hear someone touch, someone listen, to someone to feel.   Draped in a red saree, she walked in the dark room. Picked up the pillow, pulled the cha