7th December, 2010
Karachi, Pakistan
5:00pm
I still don’t believe that I’ve lost her forever.
Perhaps I didn’t deserve her. She was such a nice lady, such a
wonderful female. I know that I can find many girls in this world, even
more beautiful and more attractive than she was. But no girl can fit
into that specific portion of my heart that has been reserved only for
her now.
[i]What shall I call her?[/i]
Agressive? Absolutely not. She was so patient, so calm.
Hard and strict? Never. She was so flexible, so adaptable, very comprimising too.
Rude and proud? No way. She was modest, friendly, and sympathetic.
Extremist? Impossible. She sure knew her boundaries and limits.
No, there’s nothing I can call her. I can’t give her a single, sole name.
She was truly wonderful, capable of doing miraculous wonders.
She understood me. I don’t think that anyone could ever understand me
like the way she did. She made me realize myself, arranging my life’s
books neatly into this world’s shelf. It’s only because of her that I am
who I am.
I will not say that she was perfect but she was the best one I ever
could have hoped for, not only because she had a tremendous amount of
unconditional love, but because she shaped who I am today, my qualities
and characteristics. She was the one who made me beautiful in every
sense. The kind you don’t see much anymore. She was simple but yet so
mysterious. She was so familiar but ah, at the same time, so strange
too.
In the paths of life, you find faces you can’t forget ever, no matter
how much you try. Then how can I forget that fairy-face which made me
accustomed to the reality of life? Those lake-deep eyes which, when low,
used to bring night and when high, were the source of daylight.
She was the poetry of a born poet. Flowers needed her to grow; autumn required her to become spring.
She was definitely a dream girl, a beautiful scene of my sleep. But
she was a reality too. A reality, which creates history. A reality, you
can’t imagine your life without. She was so alive. One, who could give
you life in one glance. There was just nothing else like her at all. It
was her attitude toward life that made her uniquely captivating. She had
a quick intelligence and a lively curiosity about anything she happened
to encounter.
And then………she was gone when I needed her the most. She came and left. But she didn’t leave alone; she had my life too.
I’ll never understand one thing. Why those times pass so quickly when
you’re happy? And why those times seem to stay forever when you’re sad?
Did I love her?
To Be Continued…
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