Seemi was sitting in front of me. She was not the girl who discussed theories of known philosphers in cafe. But she was mummy of "mayee toba toba".
In my village Chandra, there was a woman on a bricks klin. There were deep ditches all arround. No one was aware of her real name. All say her Mayee Toba Toba. She was a witch but she never accepted that. Once I was late in the evening. There was a storm of rain. I took shelter in her hut. When I enter in, she kept her fingers on her lips and order me to be silent. I stood with wall of straws. She was making mummy of flour. She fired a mond of sticks and inserted many needles in it. After each needle, she mumbled and blew on mummy. When she put that mummy in fire, it flashed and thunderd so heavily that circums enlightened.
Seemi was looking like that mummy in which there were hunderds of needles and she was waiting to burn in fire.
What are you thinking Qayum? She asked.
Nothing, I replied.
What type of a man is Aftab? She asked.
I started like an automatic machine. He born in October so as he is Libra. Libras have balanced personalities. He is lonely brother of 3 sisters and born with gold spone in his mouth.
I know all of this. Tell me something new. She said.
We have same knowledge about him. I replied.
How did he forget me, my love and time spent with me? She asked.
How you can say this? I counter questioned.
We both became silent.
Than I started like a great thinker, there are hundreds type of people and there are hundreds types of studies to judge them. According to Tibetian mythology, there are circle of differt colors around people and each person's circle has his unique color. Blue circled people are very sympathetic and carring by nature. Red circuled people are extremists. They fight like bull in arena. They are slaves of emotion and sex. Your Aftab's circle is colorless. He adopts different colors.
She noded in affirmation, yes, these days there is color of his wife Zeba. She deserve his love more than any one else.
I replied only God knows who deserve indeed? I experienced that many dukes who found extreme of love arround them, go to prostitutes to dillute that thick love. Many thinkers worship such ladies who feed them in the bowl of their dog. Some times we do not need love. When our baloon over stretched with love gas, we search for a needle who may leak its pressure and control our ego. When some one derespect us, his rebuke became a scissor that cuts feather of our extreme ego. This is a natural process that when ever ego became over sized, this scissor apeared. Human being can't afford only love always. It is not possible to be Pharogh always. He change his stages between worshiper to worshiped always. When fingers of a musician move from top to bottom and from bottom to top many times, than complete a song and our life consist of a number of such songs. Hence a mixture of love and hate is essential to live. When hate depress us to the bottom of blind caves, love arose us to the hieghts of skies. And than it repeats. It continues with our life. A journey from God to worshipper, from angel to satan, from immortal to mortal.
Seemi, gift of love is for the people of 2 kinds.
1rst class is Pharoghs. They dont walk but jump. To cut down their ego some one come with bouque of flowers. They dont know that ants in flowers are enough to kill monster elephants. They are people who equalise them self with God. To teach them difference in between God and His creature and to make them worshiper, He give them gift of love.
2nd class consist of people who wish their end. They are awarded with the love as their cure. These corpse began to live again.
Listen to me Seemi, love is poison for ego and cure for disappointeds.
Love is only Love.
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