Yaaram Ep 15

It's time in Christmas and weather was much cold then she thought. She always found to eating peanuts in

university and because of her long list of friends, she had to share those peanuts with them and she didn't afford

to buy 1 to 2 kg peanuts for it. So whenever she saw alone place, she puts some peanuts. One day, Aliyan caught

her of doing this:" You're so clever to eating like this"

"no I wasn't.." She refused.

Amraha was student of English literature and Aliyan was of business. According to her habit, she visited whole

university once in a week otherwise she visited at least two departments must. But it was hard to find Aliyan in a

university. Sometimes, everyone could see him or sometimes, everyone was asking for him that where was he?

Now he suddenly comes in front of her and she felt happiness to see him. She gives her peanuts ho him and also

told him how much peanuts are famous in Lahore and how they heated up them and how they eat them by sitting

with heater in winters. Then she told him that in her childhood, she silently groped the waste of peanuts to find

fine one. Aliyan laughed for minutes to listen her:" Yes I believe this... I believe you did the same"

He laughed, then wiped the drop near his eye and took peanuts from her and filled it in his cross beg to leave for

class.

And then she saw him at that time that time she closed her book with amazed. It was time of 12 o clock and she

was reading book in her room and she saw him far from the window of her room. He lifted his head to see the

whole house, Amraha immediately offed the light of room. He was glaring every room of her house by jumping.

Then he did the same with other windows. Then he climbed the pipe to take a glance in the window of first floor

room. Amraha was astonished to see him like that because he was doing like a professional Spiderman. Then he

jumped to the floor and started walking. Amraha stepped back because he was coming towards her window.

Amraha widened her eyes to look him. He was standing behind her window, now she couldn't close the window.

She hid herself behind the wall and waited for few minutes. She wanted to see from window and stepped forward

and Aliyan suddenly came ahead of her and she shouted because he climbed to her window.

"Amraha.." Aliyan whispered in her ear.

"you there..?" Amraha stepped back two footsteps.

"you there?" He was about to fall but he held the window strongly.

The fireflies of forest which were sleeping sweet sleep on their beds, those had awaken in his eyes one by one.

"this is my room" Amraha.

"this is my house Amraha" he controlled his smile and jumped on the floor. He must got training from the monkey

of jungle. Amraha wanted to stay in conscious because she considers all this, as her dream. Her university fellow

came in her room and told her that it was his home. She went immediately to the window and looked to him. He

continued his activity and looked his watch after every move. He was jumping like mad in the time of mid night.

Amraha glared from window and said:" What are you doing?... Go from there"

He stopped to see her like any child who was listening the fairytale and lifted his face to think that might be he

could see any fairy around his head. If not then why couldn't he see that fairy?... Yes! He looked that fairy.

He looked her from the floor and she looked him with anger from window.

"Are you mad" she shouted in low voice.

"I'm mad" he said with the style of million pounds by lifted his eyebrow and suppressed his smile.

"oh! It's your home?" In her point of view, she was irritating him:" Then come inside by main gate"

"sure!" He folded his arms around his chest and waited for her new order.

"what the drama is this?" This time she shouted loudly.

He was acted like he got afraid from her and then put his finger in his ear and downed his head like he was clearing

his ear. Amraha offence to see this. She took the thick magazine from her study table and showed him like she was

gonna hit him. Aliyan offence to see this and looked her with seriousness by folding his arms.

"is this Juliet who stands near the window, is that Romeo who stands on floor?" The night asked in whispering in

the ear of time. Time shrugged and smiled to say:" Just wait.."

Amraha hit him a magazine and he ran away from there, she searched him by glaring from window but couldn't

find him.

After a while, she heard noise inside the house. She felt amused to listen noise at that time of night specially voice

of lady Mahar. She came out and Sadhna also came out from her room.:" What's happening?"

Sadhna:" Didi's don has come to wish her happy birthday"

Amraha:" When did he come?"

Sadhna:" Just now, come inside" Sadhna held her hand and both came inside the room of lady Mahar.

And... On the bed of lady Mahar, Aliyan was making her eat the tiny home bake cake. The window was opened and

they were busy in each others like there was nobody in this world. Amraha starred them.

"my son is also studying in your university" once lady Mahar told her. "university has proud to have student like

him. That assignment which he made for the research on new methods of business. University published it as book

to keep it in library."

Sadhna hugged lady Mahar and wished her. Amraha also wished her. Aliyan immediately hid his cake:" I take this

cake with me"

"you've your heart in this small cake" lady Mahar said happily.

"no.. Now ny heart is in this cake.. Mama! You know, what people called this house in university?"

Lady Mahar:" What?"

" Shuttlecock" he said innocently.

Lady Mahar:" Who does call my white house as shuttlecock?"

Aliyan looked Amraha.

"I don't say like that... This name was already famous in university.. I don't say" she said in puzzled tone. How this

mother son boggled anyone.

"Aliyan! Stay there" she held his hand into her and said. Aliyan laughed:" Are you really saying me to stay there?"

Lady Mahar:" Ok then go?"

He took his bag and stepped towards the window. Amraha looked him with amazed:" What's the way of coming

and going?"

" today, I would go by the door" Aliyan came outside from the room of lady Mahar.:" Where is your room?"

Amraha:" Why?"

Aliyan:" I wanna see its window"

Amraha:" Why?"

Aliyan:" Again why? I wanna see how was I looking from upside"

Amraha:" Same look as in front of me"

Aliyan:" How am I looking?"

"ufff.." Amraha got silent.

He glared in her room and observed that it was her room.

"are you son of lady Mahar?" She asked.

"yes!" He glared from the window of her room.

Amraha:" But her name isn't Margret"

Aliyan's smile was vanished to listen it. He put off his bag and gave her his remaining cake.

"this is backed by me"

Amraha:" Are you cook?"

"OK! I'm going" he leaved his hand like he was falling. Amraha controlled her shouting and glared from window. He

was going down through pipe. Amraha looked him.

" Thanks for goodbye, now you can sleep" he shouted.

Who was saying him goodbye? Amraha was only watching the conjuring of that monkey. She was about to close

window.

" I don't know how am I looking from there? But you're looking just like the "girl at window" made by Tomas.. But

you're in rage and Tomas's girl was smiling." He handled his bag and clapped of his feet to leave.

"monkey..." Amraha called that cute spider man and murmured. She put the cake in kitchen counter because she

didn't have mood to eat something at that time of night. But she was stimulating think about Aliyan.

It was his house, that mean he was the adopted son of lady Mahar. She never thought to meet with Aliyan that

either he was living in any organization in which illegitimate and orphan children were upbringing. His style and

manners were showed him as a part of noble family.

Amraha amused to think that there was every second person like that, the one who was illegitimate or upbringing

without the family.

His name was Aliyan and his mother name was Margret.  What was the matter? Might lady Mahar gave him name

of Aliyan and taught him little bit urdu. She loved her children so much and children loved them. So one child could

change his name for her. Her other children also knew little bit Urdu. So Aliyan was illegitimate child of someone.

That's why he had surname of Margaret.

Aliyan was becoming her good friend and by knowing all this, she felt sorry for him. Only sorry, nothing else.

The soft breeze was blowing from open window and she liked to living in this white house.

Her room was big and the window touched the height of man. Her life was replete with different incidents, she

started looking there where Aliyan was standing. He was handsome and full of life. The French style in which he

showed his anger, it was his trademark. French people should learn from him that how to show anger.

published his writing. But she was thinking about his illegitimacy with abhorrence.