Things were going normal.He was back to his duty.So we had to move to Islamabad from his house in Swat or its better I say villa because its so huge.Their infrastructure is magnificent.Their buildings has such huge height just like their pride.The doors are huge,windows so large.Infront of our verandah was River Swat in all its glory.
It was always moving like a thunder, wrecking the things in its way.It clashes with stones with such might and strength.I wonder how this thing has so much power.Its voice is so intensifying.
When I gaze at it.It reminds me of storms,of storms raging in those eyes.Those embers gold.
This place is like its inhabitant.Thundering yet beautiful.A beautiful damage.
I always love nature but due to such circumstances I didn't notice anything at first.There is lala in house.He is the caretaker and uncle to Azaan.He has a family of four daughters.He's such a humble and kind person.
I was looking at river when lala came beside me.
I asked him without taking my eyes of the blue water
"Is it always that furious.Fighting with stones.Does it even slow its pace"
" My child it bears the burden of our sins.All our sins pour into this river,all devastations are embedded in it.It can't rest.It will always be moving like our Hayaat"
He said with such old age and experience glowing in its light eyes.
"You're such a storyteller lala" I smiled.
"Time taught me some stories my child" he chuckled.
"Now go inside its getting colder here"
I nodded and moved inside.From last few days I haven't met Azaan much.I cooked breakfast,we ate and then he went I never asked where.After which he came home late.I kept myself busy by doing house chores,interacting with lala wife.She has bunch of stories to tell which I love to hear.
I was making some pulao while Azaan arrived,stirring the pot I felt him move towards our room.After shutting the stove, I move towards my room and spotted him in bedroom.
He was sitting on bed looking breathtaking in his white cotton kurta shalwar.Men here wear such long kurtas that I hardly supressed the need to cut them myself into reasonable size.
His hair were a little messy like he has roamed his fingers many times through them.I still can't believe I'm married to this person.I'm nothing like him.So different.I don't how I will continue this journey as I know nothing about my companion traveller.
Allah G! In which trial you have put me now?
He looked in my eyes ,when I entered into the room.After putting towels in room I was leaving when his voice stopped me:
"Wait we need to talk"
Whenever people say that its not something good.So I got worried a little bit.I mustered courage to sit infront of him in sofa.I was fidgeting with my dupatta my gaze was downwards waiting for him to continue.
"My vacations are over.I need to get back to my duty.So, pack your bags we are leaving for Islamabad at night"
I was enjoying my days here away from hustle and bustle of cities and large buildings with busy people.There was a stillness here that was lacking in rush of city.
But I need to apply for housejob.I've completed my Mbbs.I want to specialize in urology.But for now I need a break.I can't work in such circumstances.I need a little break from life to get back with good pace.
"Okay.I will pack.You tell me which things you want.So I pack yours"
I said looking towards him.
"You don't have to.We're used to do those little things in military"
He moved towards closet and took his suit,his movements were so fluid and stable while I can't move an inch without falling.I'm such a klutz.
I took the suit from him:
"Being your wife,Its my duty to do your chores,easing your work"
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SpiritualHayat's life went upside down after death of her mother.She's pure,innocent and trying to face every difficulty but not giving up. Azaan- feeling soldier's guilt after his comrade is killed during battle.He was depressed and angry until he met Hayat...
