Just one dance (karachi)
Restlessness prevailing.
In her 22nd year of life she had not known this feeling. She used to make fun of her friends who were going through such a phase. A blank stare in class room where she was hearing the lectures without actually listening to any thing. A blank mind when she was opening up books and unable to grab a single meaning. A blank laughter when she was trying to enjoy a joke thrown by one of her friends.
Suddenly she was being secluded. suddenly she loved being all by herself. She started avoiding company, she grew quiet. All she was doing was thinking, mostly unintentionally of someone she didn't even know. She was immersed in deep thoughts just to come back to surface to breath in. She grew to be an insomniac, she lost her sleep wake cycle. she lost her apetite, she began losing weight. It was all happening for which she had no controls. Constantly being with someone who was living in a far away land. Who was her dad's cousin, almost twice her age and beloging to a totally different cultural background.
Her earliest memories of him was of her childhood when she saw her dad's uncle with a foriegner aunty and their then teenage son. They were so different by looks that she was excited being with them. Her dad's uncle had married in Spain to a native lady and they had a son, Daniel Malik. Being someone with such unique looks and language , it facsinated her to stick around him and he used to treat her as a young child cousin.
There were a few more of his vists to Pakistan which were infrequent. He usually stayed in their house, he was very dear to Mawra's father. They were really good friends. It still fascinated Mawra to be stick around him whenever he was here. She had a deep liking for him since her childhood. But this time it was different. really different!
She was struck badly this time.
She did not know how but she was indulging beyond limits.
Something triggered it, may be it was his ignoring her or that phone call by his girlfriend back in Madrid, when they both were having coffee Mawra prepared that weekend.
And now that he was gone, she was wondering why her breaths were uneven, why her dreams were broken , why her mental clock was running with the time zone of Spain.
Mawra Suhail was in love.
In her 22nd year of life she had not known this feeling. She used to make fun of her friends who were going through such a phase. A blank stare in class room where she was hearing the lectures without actually listening to any thing. A blank mind when she was opening up books and unable to grab a single meaning. A blank laughter when she was trying to enjoy a joke thrown by one of her friends.
Suddenly she was being secluded. suddenly she loved being all by herself. She started avoiding company, she grew quiet. All she was doing was thinking, mostly unintentionally of someone she didn't even know. She was immersed in deep thoughts just to come back to surface to breath in. She grew to be an insomniac, she lost her sleep wake cycle. she lost her apetite, she began losing weight. It was all happening for which she had no controls. Constantly being with someone who was living in a far away land. Who was her dad's cousin, almost twice her age and beloging to a totally different cultural background.
Her earliest memories of him was of her childhood when she saw her dad's uncle with a foriegner aunty and their then teenage son. They were so different by looks that she was excited being with them. Her dad's uncle had married in Spain to a native lady and they had a son, Daniel Malik. Being someone with such unique looks and language , it facsinated her to stick around him and he used to treat her as a young child cousin.
There were a few more of his vists to Pakistan which were infrequent. He usually stayed in their house, he was very dear to Mawra's father. They were really good friends. It still fascinated Mawra to be stick around him whenever he was here. She had a deep liking for him since her childhood. But this time it was different. really different!
She was struck badly this time.
She did not know how but she was indulging beyond limits.
Something triggered it, may be it was his ignoring her or that phone call by his girlfriend back in Madrid, when they both were having coffee Mawra prepared that weekend.
And now that he was gone, she was wondering why her breaths were uneven, why her dreams were broken , why her mental clock was running with the time zone of Spain.
Mawra Suhail was in love.
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