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I miss you adorable ones

Posted on: September 1, 2014


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Miss you——-

Far from the maddening city, there are fields, meadows, pastures, lagoons and a small jungle near the Airport in Faisalabad.  The birds that are seen in National Geography Channel only, are glimpsed and heard their sweet melodious hum early in the morning. Reptiles, jackals, wild rabbits, foxes, pigs and so many other animals were seen there also. I saw most of them during my stay.   It’s a beautiful picturesque area of Pakistan. I have the honor and pleasure of living there for quite some time.

I had a maid Meera, she was in her twenties. I liked her charming personality. After she completed her 10th grade her mother asked her to sit at home. She read magazines and story books I bought. She’s a good story teller too. Whenever she finished her work or doing embroidery she would tell different happenings of that place. One day while oiling my hair, Meera told me a touching true story.   She said that, “several kilometers from where we lived, was a ruined huge mansion in an isolated locale. It belonged to a business icon. Learned and refined Mr. Aslam lived a happy life with is two small daughters and a beautiful wife. There were fruit gardens, fields of sugar cane, wheat and veggies and also a stable. Aslam was fond of Arabian horses. The horses were taken great care of.  Flower beds of seasonal flowers added fragrance and splendor to the garden. The couple enjoyed seeing their daughters play and chuckle. God blessed them with everything. Outside the mansion was a fish pond having variety of fishes. The setting was tempting.  Aslam was a kind and bighearted man. Passersby and well wishers envied while step brothers felt jealous.

He ran a flourishing gold and precious stones business in South Africa.

There he purchased a more luxurious house than the one in Faisalabad, to settle there with his family. As his step brothers always created problems for him.”

Finally the day came. He was coming home. He sat smiling to himself, thinking about his family, in Swiss Airlines to live a peaceful life with his family in Nigeria. He expected his family to greet him at the airport but, something upset him when he saw the chauffer only.

All the way home he sat silent and nervous. He missed a heartbeat to see people waiting for him. His step brother Rashid stepping forward told him that his family died the night before whilst sleeping. Nobody knew the cause of their tragic death. Rashid tried to comfort him saying he had taken control of the affairs.

Mr. Aslam didn’t expect the tear-jerking news. He got his nervous breakdown. He couldn’t recover from the deep shock. He became a drifter. Never stayed at one place but restlessly kept moving in the same vicinity.

Aslam lost his business and property. The step brothers cheated on him.

The fish pond turned to a stagnant water puddle. Mosquitoes, flies and creepy-crawly insects increasing pollution all around with venom and awful stink. The garden and fields became fruitless and dead. Weeds, shrubs and wild bushes attract goats and cows. Caretakers of their animals relax their exhausted body under thick bushes or lean against a knoll there. Meanwhile their animals enjoy grazing. The setting sun and falling night overshadow the light so the people hurry to leave that place. That old deserted house looks haunted at night. Darkness adds a scene of lost souls and supernatural powers boogie, playing clanging instruments. The isolated locale is scary at night. People avoid passing by.

Shabbily clothed in rags having weird looks with tangled hair and old shoes, an old man came there every Sunday with the rising sun. Silence prevailed as everyone slept being an off day.

Spreading an old tattered mucky blanket he sat at the side of a knoll with eyes closed in deep thinking.  After some time he took out his flute from same soiled bag, to play a mystical note. Birds flying in the air came down, cats, dogs, ducks and passersby gathered around him. It seemed as if they felt comfort and relief in hearing his flute which mesmerized the whole scenario that polluted area.

No one could ever think that he was Aslam, who was a handsome and cultured business icon once.

Years have passed. The death is still a mystery.

 

It was strange that He never forgot  the day of his  fabulous wedding. Hence every year on 25th December he especially came there. Lay flowers and recited the following;


Remember, I miss you when———

The Poplar blooms

The Pine blubber

The Cyprus whimper

Remember, I miss you

The Moon shines

The spring trickles

The Jasmine emits fragrance

 Remember, I miss you!

The Partridge whines

 The Cherries ripened

The sparrows tweet

Remember, I miss you!

 The Ravi wobbles

The Chenab grouches

The Sutlej is jittery

Remember, I miss you!

The Shoots sprout

The Cuckoo coos

The Lightening cracks

Remember, I miss you!

 The Sun sets,

The Star dies

The Traveler is misled

Remember, I miss you!

 The Clouds holler

The Rains slobber

The Hearts clobber

Remember, I miss you!

 I was so touched to hear this story. I prayed for the souls to rest in peace and Aslam to recover from his grief.

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