Stream...

I have been planning to write...have so much in mind that dont know where to start...anyways maybe I will get time this weekend so till then here is one of my old articles of Zamana-e-Jahaliat... I really loved it at that time as I am an emotional person...but frankly now it really seems melo-dramatic as one of my friend calls it ;) (those who are here for the first time can read my other articles which I posted in the start)

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It was a dark, cloudy Sunday evening and Ali as always was strolling down the stream without bothering about the weather. It was his routine he would come here every Sunday and before going every time decided not to come here again but, he came here always. This time he too didn’t wanted to come but some outward force forced him to come here. Stream today was calm and peaceful but the clouds on the sky threatened to change it. Some other time there were some old woman or man walking here but today weather forced everyone to stay in their houses. For Ali weather was no hindrance in walking down the stream. Even today her mother asked him to stay at house but he wasn’t listening to her. He was more busy thinking about the atmosphere there with trees on its both sides, their leaves fallen on the ground indicating the start of autumn. This evening was a little different from others it reminded him of a same evening few years ago but on that eve something was different. He wasn’t alone that eve but a sweet, innocent girl was also with her. Her name was naila. She was in her youth passing life happily without any problem in the world. They used to come here every Sunday and passed their time together till it was dark. They loved each other and their whole world lied in between them..discussing about everything in the world and in the end laughing it off. They wrote their names on one tree every time they came here. Once she also made a small mud house on the bank of the stream and he still remembered how sad she was when they came next time and that house wasn’t there. She often used to ask Ali if everything will remain like this always and he nodded his head in approval, which brought a big smile on her face. She always kept on talking and Ali used to see her face and listen to her quietly over which she got shied several times and turned her face. Ali recalled when she once asked him that, “Ali why these leaves falls from trees”? and he replied, “everything has its time and after that it has to die”. She then scarily asked him if they will die too. He still remembers her sad face when she said this. He then diverted her attention to dark cloudy skies. It was a beautiful scene but they had to rush back to their house because of the fear of being caught in rain. Just as they reached their home it rained heavily and he still remembers how much they laughed being saved so closely. As his foot collided with a stone he was brought back to reality. His thoughts whisked away and he realized that tears were rolling down his cheeks. It happened every time. Just after few weeks of that incident naila had a blood cancer but even she passed her time lying on bed laughing. One night when she was in great pain she held Ali’s hand and took a promise that he will go that stream every Sunday after she dies. He cried a lot that night but then she reminded him what he said to her, “everything has its time and after that it has to die”. She said, “Ali my time might be over but you’ll have to promise me that you’ll live your life happily and he had to promise her. He always wondered about her courage. She died 3 days latter, with a smile on her face.

Since then Ali has been coming to this stream every Sunday for last so many years. He stays here for sometime and then returns back to his home where her mother as always was waiting for him for the dinner. This time he started walking back to his home wiping his tears off as always thinking not to come here again. But he’ll come …………………