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Memoirs Reborn!!!


"Jiya, beta what do you think of this purple suit?," Zareena Begum asked her 18 year old Jiya. Jiya, who was busy ooh-ing and aah-ing at a mannequin drifted her her eyes away from the suit the mannequin wore to the purple sequinned suit her mother held in her hand.

"Aww Mom, its awesome, btw, we never clash in our choices, do we??!!," Jiya replied immediately. And Zareena Begum beamed, "Still beta, its you who will be wearing it after marriage not me," she chuckled, and kissed her lovely and only child on the forehead. She was blessed, and Jiya thought she couldn't be more blessed.


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"Jiya, did you try out that eye liner??," Zareena Begum was always worried about Jiya and her not so womanly ways.
"Errmmm. No," Jiya hesitated.
"But beta, you should try out, only one month left before I send you off to Asif's, what would Asif say??"
"Mom, its easy..Asif?? he shouldn't though.. I'll ask Sobiya next time she comes home"
"You better do!! that eye liner could surely be put to a better use rather than sulking on your dressing table. Plus, I dont wish that Asif comes home complaining 'Aunty your daughter has graduated in face painting!!, " she winked.
They laughed whole heartedly.. With them it was never a strict relationship, they were more like friends..
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"Jiya!!!"
"Open you eyes!!! Hello..someone wake her up"
Someone shook her hard, someone splashed water, and yet someone brought sugar dissolved in water.
Jiya had fallen off, in one hand she held a purple suit, and in the other a bottle of eye liner. As she opened her eyes, she could see Zareena Begum smiling down at her from that photo frame that hung on the wall. And she smiled back, clad in her yellow suit for Mayun, she could hear somone singing,
"Bas yaadein yaadein yaadein reh jatee hain..yeh chotee chotee baatein reh jatee hain"
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Comments

Anonymous said…
Hmm.. wedding timess are wicked! :D
But theres just too much pressure on the bridee lol
"Eat this and wear that and do thiss..!"
Good luck for your wedding! All will go well Inshallah :D
Khalil said…
Nice story....can u translate the last line for me though....
Anonymous said…
hey nice story .... cya we gonna b brides :d hehe
Sarah said…
Only memories memories memories stay/remain... These little little words/conversations remain...

Nice story!! Very apparent that wedding bells are ringing hehe :D
Karachiite said…
Thanks, Sayyeda lol@ eat this!!!

Aby ;) thanks

Wow, Sarah mashaAllah Urdu has sped up.. hehe yes that's the best translation, Ibrahim
Anonymous said…
ok i already told you; but i'll repeat it lol. :P i liked your story. it was sad though. it looked like it came from your heart.
Anonymous said…
Your vivid image of memories is so touching that it highlights your brilliant penmanship. Two thumbs up :)
Anonymous said…
Its sad how sometimes we cannot Share the most beautiful moments in our lives with people who we truly LOVE. But deep within our hearts we know that they are always sharing this moment of joy & will forever continue to do so.

I shall always strive to give you all the Happiness & Joy that you truly deserve. ;)
Karachiite said…
anon, yeah ya told me.. :P
Farsh, welcome n thanks..

Mustafa!! hii, thanks for that beautiful comment.. :)
its true.. hopefully, those ppl are enjoying with us, inshaAllah..
Anonymous said…
You have an outstanding good and well structured site. I enjoyed browsing through it
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Karachiite said…
ThaNKS anonymous.. can i know who you are??? if possible..:p

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