Scrambled Tales

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Flashback in bold.

..Till glitch in the matrix..

Coming back to Abbotobad years later is not something Dr Parizad Amir had ever wanted for herself but deep down somewhere she had always known that one day she had to come back here.

The place where her abode lies, the place she lost her heart so many times, perhaps the place she had run away from.

So the moment she steps into the city, her heart seems to sync in different beats other than usual. Memories of childhood flooded in front of her eyes, and she knows she had to travel through all those one more time, but she will never complain.

Parizad Amir never for once a complaint about anything in her life, never regretted anything she did. She had lived twenty-seven springs of her life with this, anything that happens happens for only good if not for now maybe for later. And that keeps her going.

She left this place five years ago, and settled up in Rawalpindi away from this city, away from his memories. For quite a few springs she waited for someone, for her share of happiness, for her love, but that never came. So when she had enough, she left.

Now after years one can say she left for good, looking at her now no one will say she is the same girl who had left the city. Today she knows how to hold her head high, she had always been the definition of beauty with brains but now she has that elegance in her too.

She changed in many ways and for good but still now her hazel brown orbs speaks a bitter truth, a truth that can never be changed now. Those orbs seek home, a home that had been lost a decade ago.

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Stepping inside the Haweli, her heart beats an extra today. Coming here back means coming back to all those things she had left years ago, but she knows better, she had to face it one way or the other.

Looking at her with longing eyes there sits Palwasha Begum on her wheelchair. Tears find their way out of her eyes this time, kneeling in front of her, Parizad hugs her grandmother, her very reason for coming here now.

"How are you now Daddo?"

"Much better, now that you are here I'm far better than before," Palwasha replied as she cried more.

"Aree Daddo humare ana ka itna bhi dukh key itna anson baha rahi hon. Ana pasand nahi aya toh bol dein hum abhi wapas chale jate hai, par ap roye na please." Parizad joked.

"Chal badmash aise baat karte hai kya! Saalon baad beti ghar ayi hai aur ate hi wapas jane ki baatein nahi karte bacchey."

"Toh ap bhi roye nahi na, hum aye hai na bs." Palwasha only smiled and hugged her tight, close to her heart, trying her best to give her a home-like feeling, but even she knows the truth.

Her Pari had long lost her home. Some wounds are deeper than it seems and sometimes rejection is one of that kind.

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Parizad Amir was born to Fariah and Hassan Amir but lost her parents way too soon when she was nearly one. Mirza Amir never married someone after the sudden death of his elder brother and sister in law, he never found someone suitable enough, who would accept a little Parizad as her own.