Once upon a time, she sat under a tree. Free spirited and innocent. Unaware of the world outside, she laughed, she skipped and she smiled. Education had not weighed her down yet. No sir, that road was not meant for her. She was Mamma’s little angel and Daddy’s little princess.
She bore neither evil nor any good. Her innocence was her only superpower. She thought nothing bad could happen. She loved God and she was sure that He loved her too. At least that’s what Mamma told her every night before bed. Daddy would get her dolls and Mamma would sew her dresses that would put any princess to shame.
She did not live in a castle, but her childhood was her beauty after all. She would look at the butterflies and wonder if she could fly.
She knew happiness bore no boundaries, and that life was meant to be carefree.
Until that fateful night when she lost it all. Her innocence, her happiness and her parents. The water splashed in the middle of the night. She thought it is over, but life had a funny game planned for her. The night of the tsunami was the least horrid thing that could happen.
She saw her mother go pale. Daddy had to leave, he said he had to go get her dolls. She held the forever silent mother tightly and said God would protect her. Her prayers did not last, the beloved mother now turned into ash. That night she lost it all, her mother, her childhood, and her happiness. Her life welcomed with open arms the evil that would now befall.
Daddy said he was sending her to a new home where there would be plenty of dolls. Where the house was like a castle. It is God’s home, he said. The God will be a human just like you and me. However, you have to obey him, for whatever his order be.
She was excited, she knew she could meet her mother now, and meet the person who would love her the most. She was meeting God.
The castle was beautiful, so were the people. God had a little princess in his lap, who was beautiful as ever. God paid daddy well and thus left the father his princess into God’s care.
Yes, she received love, so much that most of her skin was now purple and red. Each night she slept well because her tears accompanied her. Before the sun rose she would rise. She had to take care of the little princess after all. Else, God will be angry and will punish her. She had forgotten the warmth of the embrace of her mother, Daddy was right, they gave her plenty toys to play with, the mops, broom, a real kitchen set and beautiful clothes she could play along with the soap water.
The days of her life passed. When she was a child she was of some use, but now she was old and not so energetic. Something had to be done. God threw her out of the castle. She never understood why. She obeyed him all the time, so why would he ask her to leave?
She walked around hungry, eating from garbage piles. And one day she saw herself in the water and asked “If this is God, then what is bad? If that was God then, who is the demon?”
But then one night, tired from the “good” in the world, she heard her mother’s voice, it came from the lake nearby. She walked towards it. She no longer knew what was true and what was a mere illusion. Hence here she walked, not caring, becoming the person she once was. She kept on walking deeper in the river as her mother’s voice grew louder. Finally, she woke up into her mother’s embrace, and now she knew that God truly exists.
She became an avid blogger and soon people started recognizing the potential she had, maybe she always had it, but what held her back was the lack of confidence in her own writing that backfired her ideas. Many times it happens that we are good at something but just the fear of 
Take a long walk. Into the dark alleys of Ballimaran. Towards the engrossed meanders in Gali Qasim, and witness this unknown yet really existing structure. Indeed, Ghalib ki Haveli. How awful is to witness such a peace, a silence amidst the bells!
Now, Let us foreground all the hidden dimensions of this structure. The haveli has turned into a museum for the local and foreign tourists. The absolute relief is its free entry. You may witness a caretaker sitting at the very gate, who you can totally rely upon.
One can witness all his manuscripts of Urdu and Persian poetry, being protected under the glass frames.
Everyday my mind and my heart counts the days that are left for us to be together and now only two more days to go and my friend will leave from here and all I will have is his memory.
Whenever I ask him ‘can we ever meet again like this, can we ever share the same moments together??’ he always says with a smile in his face ‘yes we can, maybe I cannot come at that moment itself but I will definitely come and we will definitely meet’ but the harsh 
Going on a road trip with their love is their ultimate motto, exploring the surrounding. Whenever you see someone riding their bike slowly along the corner side of the road. Then surely that person is lost in some deep thoughts about his future and obviously about his bike. This kind of people doesn’t like anything which doesn’t include speed or aggression. They don’t want anything to be easy going, they can’t simply adjust in a laid back surrounding. They may seem to be lazy but when they are out on a ride then their hyperactivity may go to insane levels.
Whenever it comes to their wheels, they get over protective and are highly possessive about it. The person may buy new automobiles but if he is a true rider, then he must have still preserved his first junkie bike. He may show it off proudly saying this is the one who taught me many