A few years back, my younger sister was assigned the assignment of writing a love story. She asked me to write it, and already being busy with my own work, i spared a movement and hastily wrote down a story, and i did not realize that story was incomplete; i could not write the conclusion of the story.
Well, on next day, my younger sister came back from school, i sensed a menacing glare in her eyes, and suddenly she railed at me and threatened me in Siraiki ( Meku story complete ker de, nete sutha kon thisi tusa nal) means " Complete the story, otherwise the consequences will not be good for you." I tried to placate her and asked her to tell me what happened.
She told me that her Madam liked the story sooo much but since the conclusion was not there she became upset and told my sister to come with the conclusion tomorrow.
here is the incomplete version of that story:
"As it is said by Aristotle, “Man is a social animal”, therefore one has to be a social to live a healthy and sound life. Every person born with an empty vacuum in their heart, which is later, filled in different stages, with certain time, with different people and for different purpose. A person has to go through different phases of life that entails childhood, teenage, adult, etc.
It is the story of a young boy who lost his parents before he could even pronounce Maa or Paa. No amount of love can substitute the love provided by parents, because the love of parents is unconditional. His name was Ali. His uncle Mehboob raised him, nurtured him and socialized him like his own son. Ali never happened to feel the absence of his actual parents. As he grows younger, he began to observe people around him. There came a turning point in his life, when he sees a beautiful, simple and an exquisite young girl walking into his classroom. It was the first when he actually felt that the vacuum of his heart is still somehow empty and that could only be filled with an unconditional love.
Involuntarily, her presence used to bring a smile on his face. After 1 year, Ali came to know her name that was Nimra. Now both were in final day of school and Ali’s heart could not take it anymore, but it was not easy for him to express his feelings in words, however; with a tad efforts, he somehow able to tell her Ali proposed her in a way that her heart began to cry, she could not help her tears because she had not been permitted to such nonsense, so she rejected him, though she wanted to be with him but all she was thinking about her family. Before Ali could ask her the reason of rejection, she ran away wiping her tears."
(Muhammad Tahir Baloch)
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