'Yes I have. Only thing I want you

'Yes I have. Only thing I want you to look into is...' before Abdul could finish what he began it was Jalal's black diamond i-phone that snapped the line. Looking at the caller's name, a frown made its appearance on Jalal's forehead. 'What is it now!!!' Jalal murmurs and picks up the call. 'Yes Ruqaiya'.



'When are u coming to Mumbai Jalal?' asked the lady.

'Yeh puchne ke liye raat ke 3 beje phone kiya tumne?' utters a much annoyed Jalal.

'Din me bhi kiya tha...6 bar...uthaya nehi', now it was Ruqaiya's turn.

'Busy tha Ruqaiya...' countered Jalal.

'Who toh tum pichle saat saal se ho Jalal' this time Ruqaiya's voice sounded heavy.

'Ruqaiya...can we just dig the grave later.' Jalal was about to cut the call of, but something made him stop...something stabbed him hard. It was Ruqaiya's words. 'I told you many times Jalal, the problem you have, is not an issue at all. It doesn't matter to me.'

'But it matters to ME Ruqaiya.' yells a fuming Jalal. The fire that's burning his heart, his mind, his life for last four and a half years, once again engulfs his entire existence. A hurt Jalal continues, 'our agar yeh tum samajh pati toh aaj mere paas hoti'. Finishing his line Jalal swiped the phone to dead.



'Why Abdul why? Why they don't let me forget? Kyun mere jakhm ko kured te rehte hai yeh log? Mujhe mere haal pe chod kyun nehi dete? Kyun?' By the time Jalal finished, a terrible pain had already replaced the anger on his face. He wanted to cry his heart out ... but he can't...he cant let the world see this vulnerable side of him...he cant let his enemies rejoice in this defeat of him. Jalal squished his eyes to gulp the rush of emotion...but a lone tear ruined his effort as it escaped through his eye lashes...Jalal buries his face in his palms.



A silent witness to all this, Abdul rests his head on the seat and closed his eyes in prayer, 'yah khuda sukun bakhs mere dost ko... sukun bakhs mere moula...'