Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 4

“Frality thy name is woman.”

“An eye-opening statement for those who think that our east has disgraced or degraded women.” She b@nged her fist on the palm of her other hand. “The greatest litterateur of the West is saying that woman is weakness.”

“Williams shakespeare was a honest man I guess.” The other girl who looked a little younger smiled naughtily.

“Even now,” The first girl continued, apparently ignoring the other girl’s remark. “Their literature has not attained what Urdu literature had achieved in eigtheenth or nineteenth century.”

“Ofcourse we have Ghalib, Meer, Iqbal and so many…..The list just never ends…”

“I would never understand one thing sister.”
The younger girl raised the tea mug to her mouth.

“No Suprise Sheeba. Infact you don’t understand anything.” The older girl shrugged her shoulders.

“Deeba….. I will kill you.” She threw a heavy pillow toward her sister, which Deeba caught expertly.

“But I must admit……” Sheeba
smiled. “That you’re a good catcher. Atleast you could teach our Pakistan cricket team how to take some good catches.”

“Yuck, I hate cricket.” Deeba made her mouth like she had swallowed something really bitter.

“Now, I won’t doubt that. A nerdy, book-worm kind of all like you should only go for poetry and prose.” Sheeba took another fine sip.

“Why? Okay. Tell me honestly; didn’t you feel any interest in poetry ever?” Deeba’s voice had a slight tone of disappointment in it.

“I just couldn’t get it, the failures in love, crying and all that painful stuff. This is an internet age my dear.” Sheeba said
fluently. “You have to look forward instead of wasting your tears, time and energy for your past. And that’s what all poets do. I just don’t understand why don’t they get some life and begin to work on something constructive.”

“Really, you think that way?” Deeba said sadly.

“Yes, and it’s ‘my’ way of thinking.” Sheeba said proudly.

“But shall we risk our ideals, our interests and our dreams for such ‘modern’ age?”
Deeba looked deep into her sister’s eyes. Her style challenging.

“Oh my gosh. You’re really stupid Deeba. You’re twenty now, yet it seems like you have made a dream world of your own, a world you never want to climb out of.” Sheeba said.
On Deeba’s silence, she went on.

“Be practical my sister. This is the new millennium. Poetry, idealism, fantasies, dreams………you’ve got a lot more to do than thinking about such primal things, move on.”

“I wonder if this new millennium has anything to do with human feelings and emotuons. Does this ‘mechanization’ and ‘industrialism’ govern our tender feelings and soft sentiments too? Sorry, if it will, I refuse to acceot such so-called ‘modern’ life style which is devoid of our natural feelings.”

“My own philosophy is, if you like something, just go and get it or otherwise don’t love what you can’t get!” Sheeba said rigidly.
Deeba laughed at her statement.

“Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?” Sheeba raised her brows.

“Your materialistic thinking is funny, sort of a selfish one. Life is not a business my dear. Sometimes you just have to live for others, have to care about others more than you do for yourself and have to give sacrifice…..”

“Okay, Okay. That’s enough…..” Sheeba cut in thickly. “I don’t want to argue with you. We can never convince each other.” Sheeba raised her hand in a gesture of final word.

“I never wanted to convince you, I was just presenting my own opinion.” Deeba said plainly. “I’m sorry but I just can’t agree with your ‘just do it’ style.

“Well, so what’re we talking about?”
Sheeba said quickly changing the topic.

“Frality thy name is woman.” Deeba smiled slowly.

“You mean, back to shakespeare again?” Sheeba asked.

“No enough of him now. I just wanted to say that our east has always been very fertile for language, culture and customs you know.”Deeba said swiftly. “Even today, we’ve got fabulous poets like…….

“Oh God. Don’t tell me you’re talking about ‘him’ again. Are you?”

“Ofcourse, it’s him.” Deeba smiled in answer.

“My God Deeba, don’t you have any other topic to talk about?”

“No, and you know the reason that why…….

“Oh I forgot to tell you.” Sheeba said quickly, before her elder sister could finished her sentence. “And now I’m thinking how I can forget such a thing which is purely of your interest. But first tell me what can you do for me if I tell you something about ‘him’?”

“WHAT? Don’t tell me that!” Her sister’s voice and style totally changed suddenly. No one could believe that this desperate and excited girl was the same one who was talking so calmly just a few moments ago.

“Yes, it’s about him and you’re such and admirer and fan of him, I fear if the news I’m about to tell you would cause you to have a heart attack or something.” Sheeba smiled devilishly.

“Oh, you can’t tell me more than what I already know about him. Can you?” Deeba gave her a challenging smile.

“And what if I tell you he’s finally appearing in some poetry-show?”
“What?” You’re kidding right?” Deeba couldn’t believe if she’d heard her correctly.

“I really have confirmed news thats he’s finally coming to some ‘Mushaa’era’ in front of the public for the very first time.”
Sheeba smiled satisfactorily. “And guess what, it’s going to be in our very own city, our sweet dear Karachi.”

“Sheeba really?” Deeba was really excited, her breathing fast. “Please…..please…..tell me how and when?”

“No, not like this” Sheeba rose and put her hands on her waist.

“Blackmailing?”
“Whatever,”

“Okay, what do you want? Ice-cream, money, dinner or what?” Deeba asked helplessly, rising from her place.
“Umm I guess dinner will be fine, but I’d choose the meny right?”
“Oh Sheeba please. Now for God sake tell me everything in detail.”

“Okay Baba, but first sit down please.”
Sheeb held her sisters hands in her own and made her sit in front of her.

“Well, do you remember I told you about Inter-colleges poetry contest?” Sheeba began after taking a long breath.

“Yes, what about that?”

“Today, classes were off early and we had nothing to do in college, so we decided to check that out. The contest was today and they had invited him as a chief guest.

“But he never goes…….” Deeba interrupted quickly.

“Yes, I know until now he’s never been to any function or contest or has not even given an interview ever. But someone told me that our college administration used a ‘big’ source to invite him there.”

“What do you mean?” Deeba asked, her eyes showing frustration and desperation

“They contacted him through his teacher, someone he really respects and calls as his ‘spiritual teacher’, his ‘Maulana uncle’.” Sheeba told her all in one breath.

“Oh, and who told you all this?”

“One of my class fellows is a daughter of our college principal.” Sheeba smiled, opening a chewing gum from it’s wrapper.

“And that’s where we met him.” She added.

“You mean, you alone?” Deeba’s eyes widened with astonishment.

“No. We were five girls in total, my class fellows.” She put the bubble gum into her mouth. “We all went to the contest, and it was just amazing. I don’t have words to explain what I felt out there. It was all so fabulous and fantastic. The aroma, the atmosphere, the guys, umm well….”