Re: Rooth na jaana…
abhi lob story khatam nahi howe …
One day we were dissecting a cockroach in our lab when I was called in to the staff room. I saw my mom sitting there with Miss Rabia and few other teachers. My mom was asking them how I was doing in studies when one of the teachers said “Your sahibzada has given up on studies-bus ishq farmatay haiN in say” pointing at her. All the teachers laughed. My mom grabbed my ear and twirled it.
“Gadhay, Is that right?” She had shot me first and then she was asking questions.
I felt that someone had just thrown a fist full of sand in my eyes. The utter feeling of shame and insult made my heart stifle my throat. I wanted to cry but couldn’t, in front of her. I looked at her solemn face and saw empathy in her eyes. That was good enough for me. Now if they had put me in a meat grinder even then I wouldn’t have cried…