The standing figure with stretched hands was ready to plunge in the ocean. The fine falling sun in behind of a wide endless piece of bankless cold water was in front of him. He seemed little stressed; stretched hands made him fatigued. What was going on in his mind; even he couldn’t figure it out. He was nervous seeing boundless ocean; wished miserably making a magical bridge to get on the other side. He was thinking about the place possibly found on the other side; how would it look like? The strange anonymous place made him nervous; his fears were killing him.

 Suddenly he grew up with a new state of mind; I am here on the edge of this marvel place where one dried place, still path leads to an unknown destination is not strange for me then why am I afraid of this jump? He tried hardly to listen the impression of a flying high bird exactly on his head; let’s plunge in the life. Let’s face the challenges.  

My dear homeland …..

 People say that you are land of emotional fools….they are true to some extent..(may be to larger) we love so passionately that we commit suicide when don’t see our beloved is going to be with us( and beloved sometime unaware of our obsessive love)….. but sometimes beloved commits suicide when lover cheats and run away( in both situations suicide is a must…ufff)….dear homeland!!!!! you have miraculous people who stop loving one another when got married but fulfill the promise till their death because they love their children( 95% of couples continue their marriages just for sake of their children).

My Pak land ( pure land)!!!!

You have a world’s ancient historic places …we don’t own them..we don’t know about it..( most of times we come across of it from foreigners’’ visits..hey what’s going here). They tell us how old are we…what historic treasures we have !!!!! but we are very practical people ..so we damn care. ( man..don’t bother us… .firstly...let us control our living people and cities…and children about to be born , then comes the dead people and dead cities). But problem is that we don’t know how to manage all these hot matters smoothly, for we are just like young children as a nation. We see across the globe nations are becoming wiser and prosperous with passage of time but we are still like a naughty child, who eager to create problems…unable to deal with when it gets worse..sooner starts crying when sees nothing changes around. My dear land…your people will overcome these tantrums with passage of time …let us be matured nation….

My pious land…

You are amazing among all… full of all colours of life….gigantic mountain tops on one side of your face...and long seashores on the other side….in between lush green lands ….accompanied with barren deserts …hey ….surprising thing is that every corner of your land is full of people …..(every place they have occupied it). You have sore waters of bank less Arabian sea in your one hand, and plenty of drinking water on the other hand ….(and we waste it with both hands… hey..don’t worry ..we have hundreds of glaciers …if drinking water will finish in future).

My motherland ….

Your people are very moody…they live like the boasted rabbit who always think about winning the race and gets sleep…. Most of time they live like the tortoise who walks slowly for a while and gets sleep too….( hey …but what about the race?? Ohhh…leave thinking about it yar… we have a very short memory as nation).

My father land too..

You have wonderful people who show astonishing character… they make promises to break them, they elect cheaters as their leaders, they love others’ heroes but don’t rear their own heroes, they read history of Arabs, Turks, Russians and assume they are theirs… they love their daughters but don’t  let them out to study and work…in spite of all these pressures ….daughter of nation becomes leader of nation( Benazir Bhutto became elected prime minister of any Muslim country), your people surprised the whole world when atom bombs were confirmed in your factories found in kahuta plant…( America and NATO countries urged to charge strict economic conditions on us, they had strong fears that we foolish people are unable to handle with it and the world is vulnerable because a naughty child has a big brick in his hands … but dear all… if a mother can bear a child ..she definitely can rear the child too..). everybody knows that your people struggled hard to have the bombs because they have fights with neighboring India…… and when they get too tired of …they listen Indian music and watch Indian movies ( we are not much serious in our fights and love…after all we are too young to think….)

My grand land….

It’s my bedtime now…and I have very important official meeting tomorrow….but I had mood to write something….may be next time….to say more about you …after all they had asked about you ….. dear me..

Sweet dreams….

O my dear...

Just yours …

angel

( friends ....I didn't edit anything while writing ..let it in one go...kindly correct it where necessary..... btw take it easy ...... it's may not be  fact but the feelings in fact)

She was walking alone bare footedly along the eve-lit-seashore…… a cute smile on her lovely face made her more attractive; she was moving slowly lost in her thoughts. He was observing her for long time. Then he could not resist himself to going nearer her, and before long he was there by her side. She greeted him with a mesmerizing smile. The magic was there; they experienced amazingly the incredible feeling of made for each other just for a second. They were standing before the ferocious sea, observing the blue sky was about to turn in to a big-crimson-canopy stretched upon them.

Their hearts were dancing on the rhythm of kind moments. for some time they stepped forward on sand of beach. Then he whispered ‘lets play a game of building sand house together’. His whisper was so loud that even fishes in deep oceans heard it; the moving wind spread this news to all there, ’ hey..hey..did you listen? What did he say to her?’ She was happy so everything around her was thrilled too.

They started to make sand house. They were talking and laughing while joining the sand together. She was incredibly good in building sand house but he did not notice it. Her hands were holding sand and mind was busy to draw a good design of house.  But soon she realized his presence who was sitting aside watching her lost in creating the design. He came nearer and said her to take little rest. Instead she asked him to bring more sand and some strong straws to make shelter of the sand house. But he ignored her wish; actually he lost his interest in this game. At last he left her alone sitting near the roofless sand house.

Crimson sky roared so loudly that sad clouds trembled in reflex action and unexpected rain started.  She bent quickly over the roofless house to save it from sudden rain. And centuries passed away seeing her like that.

We are what the nature we carry……… we do not cross this unseen line  in our whole life… we are match sticks of this box. To recognize our natural habits and temperament; how polite or rude, talkative or reserve, shy or extrovert, frequently express our emotions and feeling or always keep it hidden from surrounding people, is important to know.

 Discover yourself looking in the mirror of life but do not forget your rising image in eyes of people around you; these both images make our ultimate image and define explicitly our nature.( we should carefully accept comment about  our nature from the people around because they share their views on the basis of their own natures not on unseen-balanced-behavior necessary for a positive life.) We experience failures in our relations in family just because of being unsuccessful in creating and developing a balance.

The question is can we act and react quite opposite of our nature and do interact with people coming out of our captivated attitude???? What will happen if we give it a little try???

She was there…looking at her face was one of the finest moments of his life. She was his and …yes..this was the only thing made  him  happy. Was she really beautiful or that was just a magic spell that hypnotized his mind …whatsoever it was spring time. Everything around them was lovely, beautiful and amazing. Exploring the world hands in hands was awfully exciting; every scene amused them. Enjoyed the beauty of time …..merry time was pouring the most desirable  sweet nectar drop by drop.

Feeling of his kind shelter was gone with heartless wind…..sooner she was behind the cruel bars…crying and shouting for help. She leaned her head on the bars…her innocent eyes were full of tears … salty drops were carrying secretly lots of questions ….. she let them go without any resistance …..assuming  might be they could bring some news about her kind angel.

After a long depressing period , finally she heard his voice. She rushed towards him impatiently but she struck resentfully with the bars between them. She had  forgotten that kind moments were over….She had  taken her destined share. She cried his name loudly but in vain; he did not turn back and moved out of her sight. She kept watching his back ……. After a brutal while there was nothing except the bars…..

Amid of smoky noised polluted battle, he was standing with all his masculine graces. He was marching forward, accompanied by his courageous comrades. His face was covered with dust.  Moving forward he got a jerk and slipped in a planned-dig abruptly; trying to stand he felt that his face and chest was coloured with mud. He wiped just his eyes to see; it seemed he was in great haste. His colleagues were shouting but simultaneously rivals ‘aircraft bombardment made them almost deaf. He was standing with his full height; threw a glance on far-away hoisted flag. A flash could be seen in his eyes; his all nerves were focused on one thing.

 He moved briskly and noticed two tanks getting closer to the town. He rushed to go town to stop the moving tanks. When he got nearer he threw grenades on tanks’ track. His fierce grenades barked a big dig in front of tanks. An excavation greeted the tanks and forced them to stop moving forward. He hurried to get on one the tanks. His comrades copied him smilingly. He knew his enemy was inside the tank; they knew too he was on their heads. It was a big nerve fight; one was losing, one was winning. The last moments of fight for life and death were on them. Threshold of heartthrob and mind power-point was on its extreme tension. He raised his gun in the air proudly.

He was walking elegantly among his comrades; everyone had a great appreciation for him;  their eyes were telling him clearly that he was real victor of the battle. His seniors tapped his shoulder with gratifying faces. He smiled for the first time. All was done.

She was standing near the old tree on a less-traced pathway to the valley as if she knew him well that he would take that tiny avenue to get the town. What kind of battle it was now on him? His mind teased his heart at the moment when he noticed her presence there. He kept walking slowly ; he tried to pretend  as if he was not disturbed by her existence. But she was killing him.

They were there; nobody was saying a word even; she knew him very well. She proceeded closer to him and whispered:

 ‘You are tired much; autumn and winter faded your charms and attractions,    let me remake it;open your arms; open your heart; let me in……I’m your spring.’

   It was time to rest for a while .

( Happy Spring Season to all my dear friends) 

                                        Hey..Cheers...na

It was one of the finest summer seasons; of course we planned fully, packed and embarked to amazing Northern areas of Pakistan. One of our family guides, my cousin who already visited these areas, tried to impress us by telling that he has got a very good village house for a week-stay. We all were so happy to hear it. So time machine took us from an industrial-smoky-busy city, Karachi to a mountain-valley covered with lush green trees, sweet songs of variety of different birds, being in such serene environment was quite incredible  for our group.

When our van stopped to the point where we had to stay, we were welcome by number of people. Many people greeted us; I asked to my cousin, ’wow!!! you are very popular here , everybody is greeting you’. His reply surprised me that he did not know them; it was just their local tradition to greet everyone. It was an strange thing for us.

We pretended to be great hikers but soon I realized that a sheep in lion’s disguise could not keep it with at all; I was about to retire on my eighth circle round that mountain, our host’s rest house mounted on, got the chill news it was the last round. So I kept silence and continued to pretending to my group, got impressed by my strength covering such a big mountain walk in one go.

At last we reached at the mountain-house; unpacked and took little rest. Then she appeared on the threshold of that ill furnished room. She greeted us and placed a lunch tray on a wooden table. I was so hungry and started my meal without waiting for others to join. She was sitting by the window. She was middle aged woman in her late fifties, simply dressed. My father asked for a glass of cold water; she stood and went out quietly. After five or seven minutes later she entered again holding a jug of water and quickly poured me water. I drank it and said: ‘this is so cold pure sweet water I ever drank’. I noticed smile on her face for first time. She surprised me again by telling that she brought that jug of water from drinking-fountain down in the valley exactly the same point from where we started our walk to climb the mountain; it took almost forty five minutes to reach the house. She said to me it was her daily routine; she fetched drinking water for meals three times a day.

We enjoyed a lot during our stay there, all those days she kept doing her households daily works without making complaints, criticizing others for that discomforts; she used to carry a big water bucket on her head for the washrooms, putting her face near to a  smoky stove to blow fire for cooking, washing our clothes, ironed and hanged them in our washroom. She  was doing hard work from dawn till night; she had noble graces, a perfect mountain-lady didn’t care to listen a word of thanks from us.

I learned many lessons from her; she showed a motherly care for us; I never forget her. We wished to stay longer but we needed to go out of the comforts of a desirable paradise-point. We rushed to the time machine; it took us back to my smoky industrial hometown, full of hundreds of strange phantoms be seen on busy roads every day. It’s a big daydreaming to have a character like her in my daily routine.

Last day I got the news she has been passed away; may her kind soul now long rest in peace and comforts forever!!!!!!!!!

It was a good time…. A real pleasant moment…one must fix it and it was done …locked in a heart.. ..all gathered in the family-courtyard….they were shouting so loud as if forgotten announced rules of their parents...excited to have plenty of time to play… they were too young..their  happy faces looked red because of non-stop-running  movements ..innocence reflected through their actions..glittering eyes widened with gleam joys of childhood….

They were one…there was not anything to hide from each other …they were a family of course.. day by day they were told how to live in the society..who was good ..who was bad…with passage of time they learned every lesson of life….and when they absorbed all  what given …they never gathered in the family-courtyard…no one saw them playing altogether…

One was shocked to observe a-surprise-change in the family….. but heavens are habitual to see it..quite common  change in human society....so one should also follow the rule of nature...but one witnessed that once in ones life…so hard to accept.

I went near to the four surprised figures ..one of them was not looking at me …quite busy in making something on ground with his index finger… getting more close I observed that they were playing  a ground-luddo-game altogether. I bent slightly towards him and asked, “hey..do you like to eat an ice cream?” He raised his head  and nodded positively..at once I noticed  a sparkling flash in his eyes.. a big smile on their faces.. I asked them to get in the car and took them to the ice cream courier man..

They  were amused to see lots of ice cream packed in his big ice cream-box…they were trying to climb on his cycle..demanding to put their heads inside the large container to select a suitable flavor ..(after all it was question of right choice dear)….the ice cram man was bothered a lot to see it, and scolded them to get down from his cycle. I asked him to give them whatever they wanted.

At last the ice cream-gang was on the roadside eating ice cream altogether. They were so happy; neither they were afraid nor I being there quite alone with strangers. For me it was quite out of sense in normal routine. I was there with four young boys eating ice cream on a roadside.

I was not frightened from any vehicle looting, mobile snatching, pocket-picker or anyone else. Usually I do not do such stupid things, mostly give them money advising to take ice cream and just leave ….but that day I spent five minutes with them…..sitting on a vanished footpath.. I was one of them….seeing them smiling …making them happy…giving them one of unexpected luxuries in a warm evening…..gave me a big satisfaction…it was so soothing me I can’t describe it in words. It’s just feelings..and deep feelings mostly don’t need a verbal communication ..they have their own communication sources.

I know you are very busy.. plenty of work to do…but …leave your heavy busy high road and take a side road where a desperate one is waiting for you…enter this forgotten street ..where two eyes forget to blink even .. for you might think them closed and leave away…O dear !!!! I giving you this chance to be happy …come to me..sit beside me. A poor soul in waiting keep looking at closed doors…come and open the doors for me..get me out of it please. My ears have been  keen on every foot sound…hey… it could be yours…

You are the greatest …you don’t know what’s the pain of suffering….you don’t know what’s the pain of waiting . O the dearest!!!!!! you have all powers ..you don’t know how is it to be powerless….You  just wish to see a thing and it happens …

O the mighty one!!!!! give me the power for some seconds to pronounce “ kun” and let me enjoy “ fayakoon” .

I was coming back to home after a hectic day..on the way the traffic was great fuss..frustrated to see busy road, thought  about one of my friends, lives in my lane, told me about a short cut to my house…usually I don’t take such risks in the situations because I experienced that avoiding  main busy roads everybody thinks to take same short cut and thus we may stuck in another big muddle, as there are no traffic constables, in sideways, to control the traffic accumulated . So I always take main roads even in big messy jams.

I turned steering towards right signal, jumped in an unseen adventurous ride. It was my usual returning time to home…enjoying  favourite music….it was ending of a really hot day..felt thirst but I forgot water bottle in my office …shit.. soon I spotted an ice cream-cycle-courier man coming from opposite side, I blew the horn to give him signal to stop. He came to me and asked about flavour of ice cream. I took cornetto as usual ..started to drive again with eating the ice cream..though looking so odd but need of the time ..friends .. and thanks to people who were much busy in their own miseries ..no one looking at me.

 It was an abandoned road …after few minutes I noticed a big speed breaker, slowed speed and changed gear, at the same time my mob sang a sms beep ( I don’t know why I m too crazy to read mob sms…it’s my bad or good habit ..I could never decide)and even in such situation my hand moved towards dashboard to check sms ..I pushed the brakes..reading sms from a best friend I realised presence of some kids playing near the road. Now they were looking at me; I must say more on ice cream. I threw a smile on them. They were four young boys wearing dirty clothes and muddy shoes…enjoying their early eve out at the side of the road. I saw in the central  view  mirror before starting my car…’no …no ….it’s quite crazy..stop ..stop ‘  but..I was in a strange trance and stepped out.

to be continued....

I have a wish…

yes...

I have a wish nowadays…

I am waiting for a special reply (hey ..definitely it’s not a wedding proposal…) it’s really important for me…what I get after all of my efforts..

Waiting is so killing…I never knew it before…….walking on the sea shore in a gloomy eve gave me strange feeling of nothingness…

I was standing before Arabian Sea….a ferocious ocean before me…a fierce sea of unknown phantoms behind me…..between them I was there…yes very much there…thinking  how many people came here for last centuries  ..might be same spot.. having a deep longing hidden in their hearts for something like me…many called him……some got their wishes fulfilled …being listened is a wonderful  blessing ..especially by whom you want to…O lord of oceans!!!!!!  listen me please.

Hey……what should I do??? How I make him to listen me…I am in desperate condition …I ‘ve done every possible thing …now my lord…. I am before you….come to me ..and take me in your kind shelter..nothing like that in the whole universe….I am calling you…a tiny vulnerable soul is calling you..what I present you that attract you my dear….I am nothing and have nothing…just a humble heart longing for a thing…please grant me that what I wish …

I cried a lot so loud that turbulent seas all around me suddenly became silent to listen my wish…would they convey my wish to the  lord of oceans??

praying.....praying...just praying..

one of my old blogs: moments of pride

When my name was announced on the stage held before about two thousand people sitting in a beautiful very large glittering white canopy tightened in lush grassy place. The chilly noon made me shivering or calling my name from such a big stage blushed me I don’t know exactly. The moments when I was going to the stage to receive my crystal shield handed by the chief guest and other stage companions, were unbelievable, being spotlight and hundreds of people clapped in a loud rhythm just for me made me proud. These were my moments, this was my time. The eyes were on me, watching me walking to getting near and near to the stage. My heart was pounding with pleasure and happiness. My mind was calm left thinking; I was enjoying being the figure of time. What a kind time…!!!!! What a great moment..!!!!! I wished to keep walking…keep stepping towards the glorious stage of achievement…keep listening the big bang of clapping …… marching in a pompous spotlight….feeling encouraging….may be  bit jealous eyes on my face. ………

I was getting nearer …approaching the marvel stage….and after some seconds I stepped on the stairs to the awesome stage…breath taking moments were on me ….trotting upward stage-stairs my eyes were on the figures standing tall on the glorious stage and looking at me …. Waiting for me….a splendid recognition waiting for me ….I was away just for few seconds. A destined elegant recognition was sure after few seconds. A spirit of proud or might be it was a true soothing satisfaction being recognised my hard contribution for my company, overwhelmed me completely.

Finally I stepped my right foot on the magical platform …..I heard my name again from the podium…….how wonderful it was to hear my name ….my ears couldn’t hear anything anymore after that. Stood behind the chairs my colleagues were shouting and their hands over the heads clapping just for me. Lots of flashes on me standing next to the chief guest who greeted me with a kind smile, wondering if he was on the best position or I. He was holding a beautiful crystal shield on it my full name was illuminating; it was mine …it was mine … my heart was throbbing. The famous figure advanced to hand over the shield to me. At last I held my destiny in my hand; felt the charm of success; grabbed the moment of pride; witnessed the achievement. Cameras were on me; the moment was captured forever; it was on me; I was enjoying the kind magical shower of blessing.

The most desirable thing in that large enlightened canopy was in my hands. Everyone under the white magnificent shelter was in love of this crystal beauty and ………. It was mine ……only mine… it was destined to be mine. The hundred of audience was clapping; they joined their hands beating their palms; there was nothing between their palms but just a sound which gone with the wind. The beauty was in my custody. My heart…my mind…my eyes ….my all senses were busy in thanking to whom ……who bestowed it to me. And when I raised my crystal shield in the air and faced the cameras with sparkling eyes and smiling face, I felt the power of success.

I wished I could stand there forever feeling the magical power of success.

I have been composing myself to say something for the one who is the whole one for me…my world ..my destiny …how difficult it has been I never knew it before.

This world is so colourful because he is with me ….under the kind shade of his company I can walk blindly.

‘You are my lucky girl’..he always says this to me. ‘I never forget the day when a little beautiful pinky was drawn to me in a pink blanket, what a lovely sight it was! You …my angel was in my hands. It was amazing feeling to see our part of body taking breath.’

We say that kindness, love, affection, gentility, care, humanity are abstract nouns..but I must say no…come to me and see my dear father…my inspiration, he is the concrete form of all these qualities.

My most affectionate !!!!!! who am I without him..nothing …nothing. He is my Godfather. How lovely it is when a person is so concerned about you, feeling his kind shelter, talking to a highly learned person, whose every company you learn wisdom and manner. He is the icon of knowledge and wisdom.

He is very different from others. He is a busy man but always ready to enjoy time with me. I remember the days when he used to hold my finger to enter the city library. He used to read me stories and jokes and laughed a lot. He not only held my hand to start walking but guided me too how to read. He says that it was his most long awaited moment when his princess started to read.

Now he thinks that I should leave him as all girls do. This is the most difficult thing I could ever do. Is there anyone who could replace his presence and his qualities???

 I never seen my mother in flash just in pictures, he loves my mother a lot and never think in his life to marry again just for his true love for my mother and for his daughters. He is an amazing husband and a wonderful father, a matchless one.

He says, ‘ you are my dream, you are my reflection, this is incredible feeling to see your flash moving, listening, speaking, thinking, following  and stepping ahead.’

May my Almighty Lord live him long and  keep us together. O my Affectionate Lord!!!! You made this  wonderful world for humanity but he is my only world whom I know…..my dear God !!!!no doubt your world is so miraculous because he is part of your world.

Happy Father Day to all  !!!!!!!!!

He went …at last he went away from my life ….what kind of man he was ….he didn’t stop for a while looked back to see what he was leaving ..????he went away in spite of all love, care, devotion and my loyalty. I gathered precious gems of affection and commitment from the dark selfish ocean, just this was my complete achievement, my whole universe…… and I laid it before his feet…..but he kicked my universe down …..left me alone in the dark mighty ocean.  

 Adieu … my dear … adieu …these are the words I utter every day ..every moment ..but my heart ..my whims… my aspirations are crying bitterly. It hurts me …it awfully hurts…

 I wish I could do one thing if God gives me power ….I could change my bleeding heart with his cold heart…..for I could learn how one can ignore such a priceless love ……… and…… he could learn what does a painful heart could feel standing alone on the bank of dark ocean……… I wish I could do this … I wish………. 

When my name was announced on the stage held before about two thousand people sitting in a beautiful very large glittering white canopy tightened in lush grassy place. The chilly noon made me shivering or calling my name from such a big stage blushed me I don’t know exactly. The moments when I was going to the stage to receive my crystal shield handed by the chief guest and other stage companions, were unbelievable, being spotlight and hundreds of people clapped in a loud rhythm just for me made me proud. These were my moments, this was my time. The eyes were on me, watching me walking to getting near and near to the stage. My heart was pounding with pleasure and happiness. My mind was calm left thinking; I was enjoying being the figure of time. What a kind time…!!!!! What a great moment..!!!!! I wished to keep walking…keep stepping towards the glorious stage of achievement…keep listening the big bang of clapping …… marching in a pompous spotlight….feeling encouraging….may be  bit jealous eyes on my face. ………

I was getting nearer …approaching the marvel stage….and after some seconds I stepped on the stairs to the awesome stage…breath taking moments were on me ….trotting upward stage-stairs my eyes were on the figures standing tall on the glorious stage and looking at me …. Waiting for me….a splendid recognition waiting for me ….I was away just for few seconds. A destined elegant recognition was sure after few seconds. A spirit of proud or might be it was a true soothing satisfaction being recognised my hard contribution for my company, overwhelmed me completely.

Finally I stepped my right foot on the magical platform …..I heard my name again from the podium…….how wonderful it was to hear my name ….my ears couldn’t hear anything anymore after that. Stood behind the chairs my colleagues were shouting and their hands over the heads clapping just for me. Lots of flashes on me standing next to the chief guest who greeted me with a kind smile, wondering if he was on the best position or I. He was holding a beautiful crystal shield on it my full name was illuminating; it was mine …it was mine … my heart was throbbing. The famous figure advanced to hand over the shield to me. At last I held my destiny in my hand; felt the charm of success; grabbed the moment of pride; witnessed the achievement. Cameras were on me; the moment was captured forever; it was on me; I was enjoying the kind magical shower of blessing.

The most desirable thing in that large enlightened canopy was in my hands. Everyone under the white magnificent shelter was in love of this crystal beauty and ………. It was mine ……only mine… it was destined to be mine. The hundred of audience was clapping; they joined their hands beating their palms; there was nothing between their palms but just a sound which gone with the wind. The beauty was in my custody. My heart…my mind…my eyes ….my all senses were busy in thanking to whom ……who bestowed it to me. And when I raised my crystal shield in the air and faced the cameras with sparkling eyes and smiling face, I felt the power of success.

I wished I could stand there forever feeling the magical power of success.

When my name was announced on the stage held before about two thousand people sitting in a beautiful very large glittering white canopy tightened in lush grassy place. The chilly noon made me shivering or calling my name from such a big stage blushed me I don’t know exactly. The moments when I was going to the stage to receive my crystal shield handed by the chief guest and other stage companions, were unbelievable, being spotlight and hundreds of people clapped in a loud rhythm just for me made me proud. These were my moments, this was my time. The eyes were on me, watching me walking to getting near and near to the stage. My heart was pounding with pleasure and happiness. My mind was calm left thinking; I was enjoying being the figure of time. What a kind time…!!!!! What a great moment..!!!!! I wished to keep walking…keep stepping towards the glorious stage of achievement…keep listening the big bang of clapping …… marching in a pompous spotlight….feeling encouraging….may be  bit jealous eyes on my face. ………

(to be continued)