"lets go'' she said and the anger was still reflecting from her face but it confused me a bit .

10 minutes earlier ....

A man approached towards us . he had a roman nose and the eyes had spectacles . the man was looking old but he was one of my colleague and the reason for this old look was uncountable pimples on his face .

"Madam , boss is calling you for any urgent work " said lalan .
"Oh , I am coming in a second ." she replied .

No sooner did I realize the word shutting down on the blue windows screen of the computer  than she was gone .

After 1 hour ......

"OK . so , why are we here ? " I asked .
"Don't ask me anything now . my head is bursting from pain " she said and surrounded her palm around the head .
"So ,was it the reason ? you should have told me . we would have gone to the medical clinic ." I said with that worried voice .
"What! ....... No no not at all . the reason is much bigger " she elaborated and the expression of sadness was noticed. On her face .
"Then what is it ?" I was curious to know .
"They were planning to fire you " she said angrily without looking at me .
"Fire !!!" I said with a shock .
"No no . not that fire . I mean they were going to throw you out of the job "
"What the hell ! Why is it so ?"
Yes it was not as shocking as real fire but was still shocking .                                                                                       "listen to me " she said and held my shoulders" this is that reason "                                                                          "which reason " i said ,still confused .                                                                                                                                     "that one " she said with a sigh " you know it very well "                                                                                                

i understood .  i felt those feelings again . the  real fardeen jaweed was this . he is coward , sad and the most important ; he is a stranger . he has no place in this whole world . In karachi , he was a rebel and in india , he is a stranger . i had thought that the feeling is no more . i had thought that i am no more a stranger but the truth is this that i was a stranger , i am a stranger , and i will be stranger forever .

"  it is written in my luck and no one can ever change it not even you swati "i said . Saying this i went outside . out of the building to pacify myself .

Behind me, i listened " hey listen , fardeen  " but i did not give any response .the sadness was still prevailing and the setting of the sun was really giving the background effect . but i was not looking at it and my steps were taking me to somewhere unknown .