DASTAN-E-ISHQ Tajdar Alamzeb

ALAM'S AFTERLIFE

AS MISERABLE AS ALWAYS..A COUTESEAN'S LIFE IS A SACK OF SORROW

Sitting along the edges of pale windows. Waiting and longing for someone who certainly would never come back. and that was assured 

there was Qudsia, taj's grandmother. some who loved and cared for Tajdar more than anyone did in the entire world, lied depressed on the mattress of misery.

'Kahan Hai Aap??'

she murmured to herself with each passing second reminding her that he might never return back. and that was destined. gleaming out of the glass, looking at the fading afternoon in the most painful way ever, Alam just admired the tree with the same swing which she rode

"lagta hai saari quayanaat is gham me humare sath dukh zaya kar rhi hai"

"sab kuchh is quadar soona hai jaise ye aakhri pal ho"

"Alam..tum abhi tak soyi nhi??" "kya-"

"hum chalte hai dadijaan"

"par kahan?"

"Tajdaar ke kamre mei..unki yaadein sametkar soyenge toh shayad neend aa jaye"

she then left the room in complete silence until the voice of the door opened and clicked back close...

standing still yet walking towards his beloved's room, feeling every step he walked and took in this house, tracing along the railings of the staircase he had touched..

eveys roaming here and there, in search of him..in the uncertain hope that he would arrive back. her anklets jingled the low rings of sobs and her floory sharara faded the colours of love and happiness and temporal joy.

she heard the entire house scream his name along her own heart throwing a million questions at her..which remained unanswered

she paused after reaching at the door of Tajdar's room, placing palm of the doorknob leaning on the sidewall..gathering all the courage to enter into a place where..

her love had lived and laughed along her million memories