I miss my home me and my world

I miss my home where I use to live, laugh, smile and weep. My home was filled with love and security where whenever I reached my home my daddy was standing any repairing a gun at his table and my Dada was sitting on his chair with many people mostly his acquaintances sitting around him. I had a very special relation with them as most of them my either Dada or chachcha.

My home was most of the time filled with liveliness, some of my Apas were sitting and making their dresses or doing some needle work and my sisters were also there and every time they were eating. A vibe was happiness use to prevail in the atmosphere of my house and the entire area was filled with huge unformalities where I was able to shout and laugh without any reason and I use to get even admirers and critics as I was presenting some piece of art.

By nature I was a poet but my audience was only my little sister and I was her audience. We were young and beautiful and we knew it. We never left any chance of showing our beauty with the limited beauty enhancing materials we use to have and most of the time our source were my mother’s or my elder sister treasure of beauty products. My mother was liberal never stopped us from using her things but we use to steal things from our elder sister.

Teenage is wonderful thing as every time it is goal oriented of searching a suitable boy. I and my younger sister use to have crush on almost everyone we come across and even discuss and sometime divide between us. I was not scared of anyone but only of my sister as I only considered her as real beauty and capable of snatching why others attraction from me. I don’t know how and why I was loaded with extreme confidence and that affected my personality also as many thought that I was very good in studies and able to conquer any competition but in reality I was an average student who was never interested in class curriculum. My copies homework or class-work was incomplete.

I always dreamt of becoming something big and doing things like going on a trip alone or getting a treasure of fortunes. Hope was my positive trait and showoff was my nature like portraying as a philosopher and sometimes a very religious person who is closed to Allah in a miraculous manner. Even when I was examination center many times I filled many of my copies just to show others that I am doing my examinations very well but my marks always contradicted me.

I always wanted to be center of attraction and for that purpose I never mind acting in a bit childish way or one could say I still feel comfortable to be a child and one could say that adulthood never suited me.

There are in numerous memories which haunt me, make me smile, inspire me and sometimes show me path.