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Lahore,

Pakistan,

Kiran POV.

I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning. Our college has arranged a trip to Northern areas for three days and And we had to leave today sharp at 6 am. Our whole college staff had to reach, sharp at 5 o'clock at college and check all the managements, taking attendance and briefing some rules and guidance to our students.

Abbiya was too with us last year and we enjoyed ourselves a lot. What good days! there were, no sorrow, no tensions, no pain, nothing. Life is unpredictable also time does not always remain the same. I miss Abbiya and the old Kiran too.

I had already packed my bag. After praying the Fajar prayer I took a relaxing shower and changed myself into a beautiful red printed kurti and blue jeans and wrapped my red scarf around my neck. I blow dry my wet hairs and then tied my hair in 'half up and half down' style. Also, I applied light pink lipstick and kajal. I noticed my dark circles and smile.

"Sab samjhtein hn k mere ziyada jagney or kam karne ka nateeja ha. Aik agg lagi hui ha mere andar ab uski jalan to bahir ayegi na" I said.

"Sahi ha bhae hum bhi apna dard chupana khoob jante hn" I applied concealer on my dark circles. And smile widely.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Yes," I said and Papa came inside my room.

"Kiran beta kitna time ha its already 4:30," He said. He had to drop me off at college.

"Bas papa mein ready hn bikul" I said and smile, he mirrored it too.

He picks my bag and we both left.

São Paulo,
Brazil.

Aqib POV.

We all were on the dining table for dinner.

"To tumne apni new story pe kaam karna shuru kardiya ha beta?" Mom asked her.

"Jee kardiya ha start" She replied.

"Kahani ka hint bhi nahi milega?" Dad asked her.

"Nahi bikul bhi nahi" She replied with a smile and we all laughed.

"Apko pata ha Abbu bhi yehi karte thay unhe bhi bohat interest hota tha k aggey kiya hoga" Abbiya replied. I was enjoying their conversation.

"Writers log bohat tarpate hain" Dad said and we all laughed.

"Or isme unhe maza Bhi ata ha" I said and passed her a lethal smile.

"Aisa nahi ha bas writers ap logo ko ye sikhatey hn k Sabar ka phal meetha hota ha" she replied.

"Or jo itna lamba intizar karwa k end pe kisi ko maar dete hn wo zulm nahi?" I said.

"Wo ye sabaq diya jata ha k har baar wo nahi hota jo aap soch rahe ho or Khushi k ilawa bhi aik or ehsas hota ha Dard, jis se shayad kabhi kabhi ashna hona bohat zaroori ha. Har kahani perfect nahi ho Sakti. Kuch ehsasaat or jazbaat tabb hi maza dete hn jab wo apke andar aik khalish chor jayein." She replied.

"Ye to thik kaha ha apne" I said.

"Han bikul ab genre pooch sakta hn story ka?" Dad asked.

"Han han aik hint mein apko dedeti hn ye Spiritual story ha" She replied.

"Alah tumhare liye Asaniyan paida kare Ameen." Mom said.

"Abbiya Meri Wo friend Mrs Noor ki bahu yaad hn Javeria?" Mom asked her.

"Jee yaad hein" She replied.

"Us ne yaha São Paulo mein aik bohat bari English or Urdu language Academy center kholi ha takey koi bhi akey uski academy mein Urdu ya English written or spoken dono seekh sakey specially Yaha k Brazilian Pakistani's ko koi masla na ho" Mom said.

"Thats great ye to bohat achi baat ha" Abbiya replied.

"To Javeria Chahti ha k wo Urdu language ka section tumhare hawale karde kiu k Tum Urdu teach bhi karti rahi ho or tum Masha Allah Writer bhi ho usney mujhe specially request ki ha k mein tumse baat karu. Sirf 2 hours k liye jana ha dupahar mein. Kiya tum thora time de sakti ho?" Mom said and I liked this Idea. Actually, I personally want Abbiya to continue her teaching.

"Good idea bohat achi baat ha ye to Aap kiya kehti hain Abbiya? I think apko Ye karna chahiye." I asked her.

"Han bohat achi baat ha ye" Dad also suggested.

"Agar ap sab log Agree hn to mein bhi Agree hn mein karln gi manage 2 ghanaton ki hi to baat ha. Ap mujhe Javeria Bhabhi ka number dedein mein baat karln gi unse" She replied.

After dinner I took Abbiya for a long drive. We stopped at an ice cream parlor. She was looking outside the window lost in her la-la land.

"Abbiya Kahan gum hain?" I called her.

"Han kahi nahi" She replied and smiled.

"Ajayein andar chal k baat karte hn" I said and we both went inside. We both ordered our favourite Ice creams.

"Ab batayein kiya hua?" I asked her.

"Kuch bhi nahi" She replied and smile.

"Ap easily manage karlein gi Academy ko? Easy ho k batayein mujhe agar koi issue ha apko" I said.

"Nahi Mujhe koi issue nahi ha balkey mujhe bohat acha lagega waisey bhi I miss teaching. Teaching Bohat acha time raha ha meri life ka isliye mujhe dubara mouqa mil raha ha wo bhi mere favorite subject mein to ye moqa mein nahi choru gi" she replied and I was satisfied now.

"Phir is udaasi ki wajah?" I asked her.

"Aisey hi Lahore yaad araha tha" she replied.

"Yaha k ronak daikhti hun to apna shehar yaad ajata ha. Mein bohat sarey mulk ghoomi hun Aqib bohat shehar daikhey hn mene magar Lahore ki Ronaq, Lahore k log, Lahore jaisa shehar kahi nahi daikha meine" she said It's like a fairy telling her fairy tale of her fairyland.

"Mein khush hun Aqib lekin koi aik shaam mujhe Lahore ki shaam ki yaad dila deti ha ya koi barish mujhe Lahore ki barish ki yaad dila deti ha ya koi aik dhoop mujhe Lahore ki dhoop ki yaad dila deti ha." she was spilling out her feelings.

"Insan jaha paida hota ha jaha rehta ha waha pe uska kuch hissa reh jata ha Mein samajh sakta hun insaan aik Ghar se doosrey ghar shift karta ha to usse bohat time lagta ha adjust hone mein. Aap to phir bhi Apna ghar, apna shehar, apna mulk sab chor k ayin hn or sirf mere liye and I respect that" I said her and she smiled while her eyes sparkled.

"Han Adjust hone mein time lagta ha bohat magar insaan ho hi jata ha magar jis jaga Apki jarein (roots) ho waha se rishta nahi khatam hosakta kabhi bhi. Aap jab bhi us jaga wapis jao ge apko aik ajeeb se Khushi ka ehsas hota ha" She said and I agree with her.

"Han is baat se me Agree karta hn Beshak mein bohat chota tha jab yaha Brazil me Mom, Dad or Suffiya k sath shift hua magar jab bhi Pakistan jata hn Aik alag khushi ka ehsas hota hai" I said.

"Han aisa hi ha. Akhir jaha ap paida hotey ho waha se aik Khas kisam ka rishta hota ha or wohi apki jarein (roots) hotin hn" she said and I agree.

"Ab apki udaasi door karne k liye kiya kiya jaye?..umm" I said dramatically and she smiled.

"Kuch bhi nahi Bas dua de dijiye" She too replied dramatically and we both laugh. Soon Our ice cream was there. We enjoyed ourselves a lot. She was feeling much better. Again I felt someone looking at me I looked at Abbiya she was busy eating ice cream. I looked around the hall instantly but found no one. I ignored. I didn't tell Abbiya anything otherwise she would be upset. I don't know what happened. We both started talking again.

Lake saif-ul-Malook,
Pakistan

Kiran POV.

We all were enjoying at saif-ul-Malook Lake. This placed is heavenly beautiful. A beautiful lake surrounded by mountains, also known as The lake of fairies. Every time I visit this place I get lost in the beauty of this place. The divine lake lies at the northern end of the Kaghan Valley near Naran, and in the northeast of Mansehra district of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa.

It was cold here. I wrapped myself in a woolen shawl. There were some tourists but not much hustle and bustle or jammed packed situation. Some people were boating. Some were taking selfies some were roaming. Two folk singers were sitting on the lakeside along with Rubab ( A lute-like musical instrument) they were singing folk songs. Many students, teachers, and tourists were gathering around them and listening to their melodious voice.

In such beautiful places, the enjoyment of folk songs becomes even greater. We all teachers were taking selfies with Students and enjoying, I excuse them all and went to the lakeside and sat there on the ground adjusting my shawl. The sound of Rubab was echoing in the air. The folk singer starts singing a song which Someone asked him to sing.

Hum Tumhari Raah Daikhen Ge Sanam
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki kasam
Tum Chlay Ao Paharon Ki kasam
Hum Tumhari Raah Daikhen Ge Sanam
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki kasam

I was enjoying Rubab and the beautiful lyrics of the song.

Tere ane Ki Khabar Na A Saki
Tere ane Ki Khabar Na A Saki
Yad Teri Dil Se Bhi Na Ja Saki
Yad Teri Dil Se Bhi Na Ja Saki
Ho Gaye Pagal Teri Yadon Mai Hum
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki Kasam
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki Kasam
Hum tumhari Raah daikhein ge Sanam
Tum chale ao Paharon ki kasam

The cold wind was blowing. Many memories flooded in my mind.

Kash tum ajao Asad. Daikho kitna yaad kar rahi hun tumhe ab aisa lagta ha k har bichar jane wala geet hum dono pe hi likha gaya ha.

Ye Hawayen Tere Bin Pareshan Hn
Yai Ghtayen Tere Bin Heran Hn
Ye Hawayen Tere Bin Pareshan Hn
Ye Ghtayen Tere Bin Heran Hn
Kr Rhi ha Rut Bhi to Tera Hi ghum
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki Kasam
Ye Hawaen Tere Bin Pareshan Hn
Yai Ghataen Tery Bin Heran Hn
Ye Hawaen Tery Bin Pareshan Hn

Ye Ghataen Tery Bin Heran Hn
Kr Rhi ha Rut Bhi to Tera Hi ghum
Tum Chale Ao Paharon Ki Kasam

The smile faded away from my face. The song ended and everyone started applauding for them.

"Pahaar or louk geet... Bohat purana rishta ha in dono ka beta" An old man said, who was too sitting on the side of the lake.

"Ao tum logo ko Shehzada Saif or Pari ki kahani sunao" he said and got everyone's attention. He was an old man with a white and black Beard and wrinkled face.

"Baba jee humein bhi sunaein kahani" many of our students sat beside him.

"Chalo Kiran hum bhi chalte hn kahani suntey hn Shehzada Saif or Pari ki" My colleague Miss Saira offered me.

"Nahi yar Tum jao kahani suno mein Zara aggey se ho ke atin hn" I said

"Acha dehan se or ziyada door na jana" She said and leave. I smiled.

I went to a calm place far from hustle and bustle. No one was here but I could see everyone. All were enjoying it. I sat on the ground and feel the peaceful environment. I hug both knees and placed my head on them.

"Beta yaha akeli kiu bethi ho?" A voice collided my eardrums and I look at an old man with a white beard on his luminous face and a turban on his head. He was smiling.

"Aisey hi baba jee shour bohat tha waha" I replied.

"Shour to yaha ha" he said smiling and pointing towards his heart. I was speechless I managed to smile.

"Kaha se ayi ho beti?" He asked.

"Lahore se" I replied. I don't know if it was okay to talk to him or not but I didn't feel strange or anything. He was looking good and pious man.

"Itni bhi tanhayi ki adat matt dalo k Mehfil se uljhan hone lage" He said.

"Bas baba jee tanhayi mein bohat sakoon ha" I replied.

"Han tanhayi mein kisi ko yaad karne mein b bohat sakoon ha." he replied and I was stunned it felt like he was reading my mind and As if he knew every state of my heart.

"Ye zalim duniya ha kaha apko apne Ap mein rehne deti hai, apne hi rang mein rang deti ha duniya. Apna rang pehchan'ne k liye or Apne ap me lout ne k liye tanhayi ka sahara Lena parta ha Jaise tanhayi mein baitho apko apni zaat ka pata chalney lag jata ha." He said.

"Bikul thik kaha Apne baba jee. Duniya k ho k Us mein kho k, Apna Aap bhool jate hn hum." I said.

"Han magar rasme duniya bhi to nibhani ha Kat ke thori reh sakte hn" He said.

"Ye to hai Rasme duniya nibhani parti ha" I said and smiled.

"Ap kaha se ayein hn baba jee?" I asked.

To be continued....

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