I was so deeply friendly with Javed Masood that I could not take a single step against his will. He depended on me and I depended on him. We used to spend almost ten to twelve hours together every day.
He was not happy with his relatives, so whenever he spoke, he would sometimes abuse his elder brother and say, "Sig-bash brother Khordambash" and sometimes he would remain silent for hours as if he was staring into space. I was fed up with those moments when I would shout loudly, "Javed, what nonsense is this?"
He was shocked and apologized. Sorry brother Saadat. Well, then what happened?
He was totally blank at that time. I used to say, "Bhai Javed, look. I don't like your getting lost in unknown depths from time to time." I am afraid. One day you will go crazy. Hearing this, Javed laughed a lot, “It is very difficult to be crazy Saadat.” But slowly his vision increased and his silence turned into long silences and that cute smile that played on his lips all the time. It was completely dull
I asked him one day, "What is the matter, you have become water after staying?" What happened to you? I am your friend. For God's sake, don't hide your secret from me. Javed remained silent. When I scolded him a lot, he opened his tongue, “I will come after college around half past one. I will tell you what to ask at that time. "
As promised, he came to me exactly at half past one. He was four years younger than me. Very beautiful. It had a hint of femininity. I was not interested in studies so I was a wanderer but he was studying regularly. I took her to my room. When I offered him a cigarette, he said to me, “You wanted to ask about my illness?” I said, “I don't know whether it is illness or mourning, anyway you are not in a normal state. . You must be in some trouble." He smiled, "Yes. Because I have fallen in love with a girl
Love! I was bored. Javed's age will be barely eighteen years. She herself was like a beautiful girl. What girl could he love, or did he love? He was more shy and flexible than virgin girls. When he would talk to me, I would feel like he is a peasant girl who has seen a romantic movie for the first time. Today he was telling me that I have fallen in love with a girl. At first I thought maybe he was joking but his face was very serious. It seemed that he was immersed in the depths of worry. Finally I asked, "Which girl have you fallen in love with?"
He didn't feel any hesitation, "Zahida is a girl." She lives in our neighborhood, just fell in love with her. She is about sixteen years old, very beautiful and forgetful. I have met him secretly, he has accepted my love.'' He smiled and said, "Saadat, if you have ever been in love, know." Love is another name for sadness. At all times, a person is lost, because in his heart and mind there is only the idea of a friend. It's happiness."
"What was the need to say that?"
"That's it, I said. And Zahida showed great desire that I should meet you with him. He likes what I like. Tell me, let's go to see my sister-in-law?” I didn't understand what to say to her, the word "sister-in-law" did not appear on her thin, delicate lips.
