First Love

By Author: Tahir Lateef
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FIRST LOVE

First love is like the first drop of rain. Innocent but fearless and brave. It softens the soil of the heart and makes it so fertile that then all the flowers and plants that grow on it smell of love. Therefore, whoever gets first love should appreciate it and whoever does not get it should pray to get it.

Ashi looked away from her mobile while reading in a state of absorption, the three of them were listening to her. Wow! What beautiful sentences. How well written, someone Rania murmured. This is poetry in prose and how enchanting. Sarah also spoke in a lost manner. It is written that whoever gets first love should appreciate it. Now who is the lucky one who will get this first love?

Vania regretfully. And if not? We did not get the chance. I had just done my entrance exams, so my mother caught me and got me married to her nephew. Now consider it your first or last love. Rania said, blushing like a movie heroine, twisting the hem of her dupatta on her finger, and the three of them burst into spontaneous laughter and the atmosphere became less dense. And what if? Look at me. I have seen twenty-four ...
... seasons of life, but I have not yet found that guy with whom I will fall in love for the first time.

Vania also shook her head in disappointment, and the gathering became even more saffron-colored. But I am still hopeful. The search is on. Sara looked around as if her first love was hiding in some corner of the room. Everyone laughed again. Hey Ashi, you too, let out a little laugh. Suddenly Rania's attention turned to Ashi, who was still holding her mobile in her hand and smiling under her breath. There was a very mysterious smile on her lips.

At that time, how did the three of them know that one of the four of them was the one who had tasted the taste of first love. But she had hidden this from herself until now. How could she tell them? That's why she kept smiling and nodding her head even when Rania interrupted her.

So the three of them had gathered at Sara's house for the combine study, but the combine study was also being done online, and the problem with online is that if you click somewhere else by mistake, something else opens up. She was still searching vigorously on Google for an article on Shakespeare's creative abilities when Ashi's finger suddenly touched somewhere.

And an unknown thread titled First Love opened. And they all forgot about Shakespeare and his creative abilities and got lost in the interpretation of first love. Now the conversation turned towards the expected engagements and weddings, etc. In the meantime, Sara's nephew came running. Ashi, Aunt! Mubeen Bhai has come to pick you up outside.

She was very upset. She had intended to stay for a while longer, but where was the china in the house for Amma? She came out after covering herself with a sheet and saying goodbye to everyone, and then Mubeen was standing in front of her with his head bowed. She was already frozen inside. The gentleman's appearance was noticeable. He was wearing a light pink shirt and trousers and washable shoes. His hair was parted right in the middle of his head. And he had combed it tightly. I would have come myself. He said in a sharp voice and quickly took steps forward.

Now it was rude, but he started walking behind her quietly. Just then the door of the house appeared. So he said with a slight hesitation. Tell Aunt Jan not to cook lunch for me, I am going to Uncle Jan's shop. She entered without listening to the whole thing. Aman was cutting carrots in front. Oh my mother! You send this wonder every day. This is Sara's house in the third street.

I will come myself. First, he gets up with great pomp and show. Now what would they think if any of them peeked outside? He took all his trust in his mother. Be quiet. You are talking nonsense. Nowadays, the situation is such that people come and go alone. There are so many street crimes.

And yes, what happened to the appearance of the poor? Well, he stays clean. Yes, he doesn't wear vulgar fashion like today's boys. He stays clean, but he has to wear a pink dress every day. You should have at least sewn four pairs of some other color. You had just sewn them for Bakr Eid ( SACRIFICIAL EID OF MUSLIMS).

The child is so straight that he brought four suits cut from the same color. Well, who cares about the colors of men's clothes. So leave these things. I am making jam, make syrup with sugar. Where can I make sugar syrup properly? She said with a pleading voice. I will teach you, so come to the kitchen. It is also important to learn the ways of housekeeping. Amma was not in the mood to give any concessions today.

Agli Sham(next evening) She was getting ready to go to Sara's house again when Amma forbade her. Let her stay today. Aunt Rashida just called. I have invited some guests for your relationship, Amma, I am fed up. From this relationship parade. What is there to be bored about it? Girls' relationships keep coming and going.

Come on, well done, clean the drawing room and get ready. Despite the rain, she cleaned it. She came to the room to get ready. When she opened the cupboard, only two pairs of ironed clothes were hanging. One was black, whose shirt was very short. She would not let her mother wear it. She took out the other one and went into the bathroom.

She was getting ready and setting the dishes etc. in the kitchen. Then Mubeen came to get the goods from the bakery. While getting the goods, she took a quick look. He was wearing a pink pair. Then she saw herself. By chance, she was also wearing an embroidered dark pink kurta. She just smiled in her heart at this matching. The guests arrived a little before the appointed time. There were only two husband and wife.
Aunt Rashida had told her that the lady's -We love each other's souls. We have kept everything in shape and form, but when the time comes, we find out who is in what water. She was in this half-baked bun when Mubeen came for the weekend. She took a closer look at him. He had really changed a lot. Now, in the house, there was talk of his relationship elsewhere in hushed tones.

He neither made a clear confession nor denied it in a heartbeat. In the morning, Amma's blood pressure dropped, so she asked her to make Mubeen breakfast. She called out to make breakfast, but she was probably busy. After a long time, she herself came to the door with breakfast on a tray.

She was just about to go inside when she heard him probably talking to her uncle on the phone. Hearing her name, she was shocked. Uncle! When am I saying that Ashi is not a good girl? She is a very good girl. But Uncle, she likes someone else. I thought that she would come forward and refuse on her own. But she didn't. Uncle! A companion is always there to support you. I don't like people who change their ways.
Hearing her words, her mind went blank. She didn't understand his silence. Maybe he knew the story of her and Sultan. That day, he was also there in the hotel. He had caught a glimpse of her while leaving. She reached him straight in front of him carrying a tray.

Did someone tell you that I was going to change my way? He stared at her with stern eyes, and she looked into his eyes fearlessly. Her temper got even worse. Once, when I talked to you with a smile, you thought that I was infatuated with you. My way is still the same as before. She closed the door and walked out.

Amma! I have to marry Sultan. The next day, she said in a firm tone. Son! You haven't seen him. That's why you are saying this. Amma! I have seen him before and now. It was useless to hide anything. He told the whole story from A to K. When she was silent, Amma held both her hands and spoke slowly.

Aashi, know! Indeed, Sultan is a diamond in his own right. But we are also human beings and live in the same world and society. Don't make emotional decisions, you will get tired. My daughter is right, Amma, you said that we are also human beings. But words like sincerity and loyalty are also meant for both of us. Don't worry. I am one of those who change the path and not one of those who look back.

A pink evening was falling on the beach. The cool breeze made the atmosphere pleasant. It was just yesterday that it was the weekend. So today the rush was nominal. They were both sitting next to each other under the cover of a rock. At some distance, their two children were playing in the sand.

Aashi's curls were flying and touching Sultan's shoulder. Oh God! I forgot to bring a catcher. He looked at Sultan's face with loving eyes while wrapping them up. Every time she saw him, his gentle face gave her the same peace and happiness that made her feel happy inside. Now, after several operations, her face had improved a lot, but it could not be the same as before.

She did not feel sad either. She was very happy. The people of the world used to make strange comments about her, which made her sad and painful, but she did not care and she never let Sultan do it. Amma was right. Sultan was truly a diamond. Amma had also realized it and then did not oppose her decision much. Today she was happy in her paradise.

Let's go! Sultan said lovingly. She got up with the support of his arm. Sultan called the two children and they all walked towards their car. When they were leaving, Mubeen was also holding the hand of a modern girl who was coming in. Seeing this happy family, he waved his hands enthusiastically. They also waved their hands in return. Everyone had their own destiny. And everyone was happy with that. Loyalty and sincerity never go in vain. Time had proven this.

I Tahir have a passion in writing and reading. Usually when an idea flows in my mind I start writing upon that. If I find it fit to be read by others I upload it. I am not writing specifically on any particular subject or topic whenever my mind compels me I write and in the meantime if someone asks me to write on any specific topic I also write accordingly.