Deeba said nothing; perharps she’d been lost in the trance of what her sister was telling her.
“And although until now I’ve been arguing with you about him, I must
admit that he is different and has a very impressive personality.”
Sheeba nodded, smiling.
Deeba smiled proudly like it was not him but herself whom her sister is praising.
“He came only in the end, and read just one poem, but it was enough to steal everyone out there.”
” Oh Sheeba, I’m so jealous of you right now. I wish I were there…..”
Deeba clutched the pillow to her bosom, her face showing clear
disappointment. ” Tell me how does he look like?”
“Umm, now that will charge another treat, what about an ice cream too?” Sheeba winked naughtily.
“Noooh.” Deeba clenched her teeth and threw the pillow on Sheeba, who
bent her body perfectly to save herself from the expected attack.
“Well sister, that’s a suprise, you’ll find out soon.” she said satisfactorily.
“Meaning?”
“I mean how you will find how he looks like is another suprise”. Sheeba laughed with continous momentum.
“Perhaps, today is the day full of suprises and shocks for me.” Deeba said helplessly.
“You got my point.” Sheeba twisted her lips to make a bug bubble out
of her chewing gum. “Actually I want to get rich soon, and soon for all
these services of mine, you’d have to pay me heavily.”
“Hmm, yeah I was thinkung the same. You should probably apply for a job in some secret service.”
“That will be a watse of me, I guess.” She told Sheeba proudly, a lazy grib dancing on her face.
“So, how am I going to find out how he looks like?”
“Deeba, are you just making it or are you really ‘this’ serious about
him?” Sheeba’s question was sudden and more than that, her unexpected
serious tone suprised Deeba.
“Sorry, I didn’t get you.” Deeba was confused.
“I mean, are you having some crush on him or what?” Sheeba looked deeply into her sister’s eyes.
Deeba laughed loudly on her question.
“Come on Sheeba, don’t talk stupid.” She said finally, as her
laughter dissolved in the air. “I just like him as a poet, and that’s
all. I’ve never even met or saw him. It’s just curiosity and suspense.”
“Hmm. I hope this is the case.” Sheeba said thoughtfully, her eyes searching something ‘particular’ in her elder sister’s face.
“But I wonder sometimes…….” Sheeba threw her head back on the bed and
lay still. “That he never gave an interview, no news paper ever
published his pictures……and yet within a short time he has become so
famous and popular, especially among the youth of Pakistan.”
“You can say so because you’ve never read his work.” Deeba said. “But he sure sounds like some mysterious or hidden person.”
“Thats why like other mysterious personality, there’re rumors about him.” Sheeba closed her eyes, yawning.
“Yeah I have heard some of those.” Deeba placed her hands behind her
head and lowered herself on the bed in a half-sitting posture.
“Some say he’s playboy. Some say he has a dark past. Many think he’s a womanizer.”
Sheeba didn’t say anything in reply now. She was sleepy.
“Sheeba, you can’t sleep unless you tell me.”
“Tell you what? Don’t you ever get tired of ‘him’ Deeba?” Sheeba said
angrily. “Please let me take some rest. It’s one a.m now, and I have
not slept a wink this whole day.”
“You told me about seeing him soon.”
“Oh! My goodness.” Sheeba gazed at her sister who looked like she was
about to cry at any time. “He’s been invited to an all Pakistan young
poets’ function and he’s agreed to participate. Happy now?” She said
finally, her voice louder than before.
“REALLY? When?” Deeba couldn’t believe her ears.
“This weekend. Ten p.m. Sharp!”
To Be Continued…
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