Silence

It rained again..........

He loved watching the rain. It always made the environment cool. It also brought silence. Silence due to the empty traffic on the road. Silence due to the people, birds and animals that have taken shelter in their nests. The loud silence of the downpour....

Far away, she was also watching the rain, in silence..........

Flowers by the Roadside

What an insignificant, low life they have !

Asif was referring to the little yellow flowers that grew on the roadside. He often wondered why these flowers grew. Why they bloomed, why they stared at all the people that pass by the roadside. The flowers never did anything productive in their lifetime, they just bloom and then fade away one day.

Abbu understood the turmoil in Asif's mind. Only he knew that the flowers bloom irrespective of the weather conditions, and that they smile and pass on their fragrance to the people who pass by the roadside.

Dinner

"I don't want dinner today" Asif told stubbornly.

He had just been on the losing side of a fight with his ammi. He went back to his room and closed the door shut. It was 9.00 pm. Ammi continued preparing food and served to all others in the house. From the corner of her eye, she watched Asif's room. It was tight shut, and no light came out of it. Once everyone was done, she gathered all the utensils and went ahead to clean those. The time was nearly 10.45 p.m.

Slowly Asif's Door creaked open.

Asif did not step out, but a faint voice came out, "Ammi, give me some food".

Practical Person

"Don't cry my friend". Asif consoled Anwar.

"What to do, I cannot control my grief. Such a big loss for me", Anwar said.

"Come lets drink a glass of water", Asif told him. They then discussed about the preparations for the upcoming exams, and soon forgot about their previous discussion. As they parted, Anwar asked, "How come you never show your emotions" ? Asif laughed at it and said, " Well, I am a practical person. I don't carry emotions".

Next day morning before going to school Asif left his pillow cover to dry in the sun....

The Little Bird

Asif's fascination for birds never faded away. He loved all types of them. Even when studying, sometimes he used to peek through his window and gaze at the pretty birds playing near the mango tree. He always wished that he had a bird of his own.

One day Asif was playing marbles in the courtyard, when the beautiful little bird came chirping near the mogra shrub. Asif watched the bird curiously, and admired the beauty. It was small fat bird with blue freckles near its neck. It seemed to be aloof of Asif's presence, who now was squatted on the floor, watching it silently. The bird hopped from one shrub to other sucking at the nectar provided by little flowers. Asif now wished that he could have this lovely bird with him. Slowly he approached the little bird.

But alas it flew away, in search of a new flower.

Lift karaade !!

"But it is so far" !! Asif exclaimed!

"There is no option, if you want to make the Bus Pass, you need to go to the Bus depot". Disappointed, Asif dragged himself towards home. The daily expense of 50 paisa for the bus to school was affecting his monthly allowance, and he did not want to burden his Abbu anymore. The Bus pass was a cheaper option, saving Rs. 7 per month. But he was wondering how he would reach the Bus Depot which was built at a desolate place away from the main road. He could take an Auto, but that would consume Rs. 10. He saw the narrow road leading to the bus depot as he passed through the main road many times, but soon he forgot about the potential savings and continued to bear the daily expense.

It was only when teacher announced that new books need to bought due to a syllabus change, that Asif started thinking again. He decided that he would walk the treacherous path and get the bus pass. So, he did.... He got down at the main road and entered the narrow path. The road seemed to extend to the horizon, the Tar had been laid almost a decade ago, and the monsoon has left it in patches. After an hour of walking he saw his destination. "Another 1o minutes," he said to himself. It actually took him another 20 minutes. But he was there, just in time before the depot office closed for the day. He finally got the bus pass!

Happy with the achievement, he started his journey back, calculating the books he could buy with the savings. Peeeeeeeee Peeeeeeeee !!!! His thought were interrupted by the horn of a motorcycle, "Boy, do you want a lift to the main road" ? the biker asked him. Asif nodded, and before he could frame his thank you sentence, he was dropped at the main road. He barely manged to thank the biker before the biker sped away in the opposite direction.

When he narrated his day to Abbu, Abbu hugged him and said, "You have learned an important lesson, Isn't it ?? No Journey can be complete without the first step".

Later in the night when Asif was fast asleep, Abbu bowed and said, "Allah, thank you for helping my child".

Cuckoo

kuuuu....kuuuu

Asif slid his textbook away and carefully crept to the window. The mango tree was lush green, and it was difficult to spot the source of the sound. Abbu saw him and asked, "What are you doing beta" ?

"Shhhhhh..... Abbu. I want to see that bird", Asif eyes still fixed on the mango tree.

Abbu said, "Its a Cuckoo, difficult to spot, the song echoes all around".

Finally Asif was able to spot it. A small black bird, the song seemed to flow effortlessly. He wondered how such a small bird could sing so loudly and beautifully.

Watching the Cuckoo sing became a daily affair for him. The pleasant song seemed to bring coolness to the hot dry mornings of march and april. As the months rolled by, dark clouds came in from the south. The Cuckoo's song grew louder and louder....and one day it stopped. Asif waited for long hours by the window to hear the song, but it seemed to have disappeared. Finally Asif concluded that the Cuckoo was dead!

As time went by the last of the mangoes fell of the tree, the leaves turned brown in winter. On the other side of the window, Asif returned to his usual life, forgetting everything about the Cuckoo. And as the time rolled by, one february morning he woke up with the same sweet song. He thought he was dreaming, but he crept to the window and saw the tiny black Cuckoo..... kuuuu......kuuuu

"Strange, I thought it was dead", Asif said. Abbu hugged him and said, "It was not dead. The Cuckoo sings only during the spring, once the season goes away, it waits for the next season to come".

Egg Biryaani

Hunger was ringing bell's in Asif's belly.

He walked briskly to reach home and have food. Suddenly, someone beckoned him. "Assalamu-e-lekum", it was Aslam, his old friend. Glad to meet him after long time, Asif replied, "Waa-e-lekum-ussalaam". Aslam told, "Bhai-jaan, its lunch time, lets eat lunch together. I know a good place close-by". Asif thought, its a good idea, and followed Aslam.

The place was quite shabby. Asif stared the place for a moment. Aslam told, "Dont go by the looks of this place, The food is tasty. Please Sit down". Asif stared at the seat. It had remnants of the previous customer. He shook the chair to remove those and sat. "Two Egg Biryaani", Aslam shouted to the bearer.

Asif took the glass, and was about to pour water into it, when Aslam stopped him, "Bhai-jaan, dont drink water from here, its not hygienic".

Tight Slap !!

Asif left home early.

He roamed around in the bright summer Sun, inspecting the various stalls and shops in the market. Occasionally he entered the shops, listened to the bargains that other people had. Then silently he moved on. After wandering all around, he thought its time to return to his home. He opened the door gently and entered in. It was unusually dark inside. He cried out loudly, "Ammi, why is it so dark here" ?

Slap !! Asif rubbed his cheek. Ammi had given him a nice tight slap. Asif asked the question with his face. Ammi replied, "I hope that has brought back light into your eyes".

Love Story

This one is replicated straight away from a Website.....Dont book me for plagarism !!!

God stored all the human feelings in a far-off island. Once due to Global warming the water level started increasing and threatened to sink the islands and its occupants. All the feelings started to escape. Love being blind needed help.

Love approached Sadness. Sadness told, "I prefer to be alone. I cant take you".

Love approached Happiness. Happiness laughed off, "I want to enjoy my life. I cant take you".

Love approached Richness. Richness boasted, "My ship is full of money and jewels. There is no space for you".

Finally, a hand grabbed Love and pulled it along with on it's boat. "What is your name"?, Love asked. "My name is Faith", it told. "In times of difficulty, I am the only one with you".