Seemi is unable to understand. She is extra alive. She loves with passion. Life is not a mathametical sequence but she applies formuleas.
Mr. Qayum there are many subways in between life and death. Each way has its own difficulties and pleasures. Passenger have to retire at last. When a passenger retires, he blames his selection of way but he is wrong. Choices have no reality. Nature make us fool with this word. Decesions are built in us, with out our conscent. Every human being has an instinct in him. It is instinct of the seed that mustard flower 'll be yellow and watermelon will be red. There is no choice of Jasmin to be fragrant. It is all of instinct. A genteel can't be a thieve. Every one see apple dropping but no one could derivate law of gravity except Neuton. That was his instinct only. Mr. Qayum I wanted to lead my life by my on choice but now I am enough mature now.
"Do you not love seemi", I asked Aftab.
Have love or have not love, it is meaningless. There'll have been some difficulties and some pleasures in both cases, Seemi or Zeba. Average will have been same.
If I have had not spoils Seemi's life, there might some one else. I hav'nt made any decesion, this was bullt in me.
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