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A PAGE FROM THE BOOK OF MY LIFE

I want to open another page of the book of my life. It is about SAHR. She was very sweet and simple girl. She was introduced to me by my niece to teach her.

There is not anything romantic in this story, but want to show you a different compressed characteristic personality (it is because of our typical society, I assume such things do not occur in European societies).

As I said that she was very simple, but the unusual thing with her was that she frequently asked me very innocently, “Sir! Are you as a brother to me?”

First when she asked me this I was a bit shocked, because there was no reason to ask this.

She repeatedly asked this question from me, even sometimes 2 or 3 times in just one sitting. Whenever she asked, I looked at her, and always found a hidden wish in her beautiful large black eyes that she wanted “NO” for an answer, and when I said “Yes” a dark shade of dejection coming out from her eyes and spreading on her innocent face could never hid from me.

One day in the morning there was a knock at my door, and when I opened it I was very surprised to see her standing there in her uniform holding the books in hands, with all the gloom in her eyes.

“How come you are here? What happened?” I asked letting her in. She at once started crying. This was another uncommon thing with her. When she cried, the tears fell down from her eyes were of double the size than normal.

“Sir you come with me to my college, the principal is not releasing my admit card for exams” She was still crying.

“But why?” I asked.

She started to cry even more, “Sir, she thinks that I am a bad girl and run away from college bunking the periods with boys live in the next door Medical College Hostel.”

“ You know Sir that I am not a bad girl, I never do this what she thinks.” “There is another girl having same name as mine, she use to run away with these boys”

She paused to have breath, I asked, “But why did you come to me and not go to your brother to help you out?”

“No I won’t tell them, they will be angry with me. Sir please you come with me, you know I am not bad girl” The large tears again rolled down from her eyes.

“But what I will tell the principal, who am I?” I asked her.

“Tell her whatever you want, tell her you are my teacher or you are my brother!”

Again there were same emotions in her eyes, wishing not to hear a “YES” for an answer, this time mixed with tears.

“Ok, I will see your principal, but not now. Tomorrow, now you must go to home, I will come in the evening to teach you, Ask Zohair (Her twin brother) to stay at home. I would have to talk to him.

In the evening I told the entire situation to Zohair and asked to come with me to see the Principal.

Next day in the morning we both reached the college, sAHR was there standing at the gate. I asked her “Is other Sahr here?”

“There she is” She pointed towards a sports car. She was in the car with her boyfriend.”

“Go and bring her, I want to talk to her”. I asked Sahr, she went to the car and spoke to the girl inside, then came back to me and said “She is not coming and said she does not want to talk to anybody, and Sir, the boy with her has a gun!”

“Ok let’s go inside.” I said and went inside with Zohair.

Zohair was a very handsome boy. He had a charming personality, which, the hustle bustle around us proved it was true.

“You wait here outside.” I said to Sahr and went inside”

The principal of the college had a very graceful personality. When I told her the purpose of our visit she retorted at once,

“Now you get conscious, and got the time, do you know what your sister is doing in this college, do you have any idea?”

I strongly hold Zohair’s knee keeping him quiet, because he was ready to burst out.

“Madam I am the brother of Sahr, there must be some misunderstandings,” I was speaking very politely,

“We never leave our sister alone. This is my younger brother Zohair. This is his duty to drop and pick Sahr to and from college so it is not possible for her to go anywhere from the college. I have inquired from her the whole story. There is another girl of the same name. I have seen her outside. My sister is not of that type and since she has heard this she is continuously crying and now she does not want to continue her education here in your college.”

However, I convinced the principal and asked her to come out and see the girl and her armed boyfriend.

The lady apologized and asked me to send Sahr to her while we were going out.

So this was the story not so romantic, but the sharp eyes and a tender heart can see and feel that the same was there but in a different form.