And Tasneem goes to Pakistan

Every thing seemed irrelevant and silently sad to me when I came back to my dorm after seeing her off for Pakistan with Dr. Basharat and his resolute father (M. Yousaf, an ex teacher). My flat was no more a home sweet home.

Lying tired on the bed in the dorm and felt that all the things lost their language and will remain mute for one week or so. Association is the strongest thing but it makes you weakest man in the universe. You have to collect and compose yourself after a blow of separation.

Have to tread on and march on with sad set up. The toys of Tasneem Abbas stopped their 'dance' and down on the floor like stones of no value. So, the people make things important and valuable.

Good thing is that I m used to and experienced to deal with such a situation. So no worries and gird up your loins Mr. Abbas ! for new tasks.