1- Prologue

My sinking desires of belongingness with University, over dotingly had been completed by myself. For the first in my whole life, time made that for me, to take an expedition of outstretched university themes. Each and every time I had remembered spectacular post graduation at University, and then my heart yelled in tipsy pleasure. I had started planning for what I was not been prepared, “my feats at UAniversity” as usual, abruptly, dreams were gone deserted. 

However, first semester was just like a scruffy loaf of bread hard to swallow in a breakfast time as if I had scavenged it from bin in fabulous quiet balmy morning. My stomach seemed unclenched. I awoke in a big sack of anticipations as I would be served so thus Elizabeth was, but the glass broke in clattering croaky voice. The first semester resumed as a grimace dilemma and the plague spreads over the whole term. It had been seemed whenever I used to close my eyes and some silhouette devils were making racket noises crushing my mind, since then I was moaning, “Why am I in University???” 

Sometimes I thought I had been delinquently there but then there were few flashes in my memory recalling the jolty admission procedures I had been gone through. I made a stifling yawn still scowling but accepting that entire haunting environment. The plunging sensations had passed from my mind dousing my wailing heart, as ample the time passed. The temptation of engagement with a standardize university had remained there, therefore castles in the air as it was.

There were grinned fluttering thoughts but I could not imagine, it would vanish in such vandalizing manner. I was scenting funeral in my early days at university, not even a single person from the faculty gave us a word or in this manner of greetings. I was feeling as an uninvited person covertly stepped into some desperate ceremony. Fortunately, I had studied orientation while in hopes of expectations and secondly in human resource subject. I’m sure many people would have sneered these grumble views too, of their strewn dreams.

The days of batty routine spun. As time heaved, our teachers socialized us the environment of the university, its departments and ultimately hysterically sagged, boys and girls. It was a squib situation because I was not cognizant about my self when I was called to give an introduction of myself in front of the class in first lecture. I had made a dangling walk; it seemed “a long voyage” that would always remain predestined. It started from my seat, as my alofting was an embarrassing blunder, epilogue at aghast silly fellow “the podium”, mumbling me “run, run away….” I thought if in the next moment; I would supine down stumbling something in the drowsiness of fear in that little walk. I could not say more than a few words with a bloodshot face. Keeping myself calm with the reason, I was not only the person having such aghast.

The environment was not much endearing. A decade old infrastructure was run by a chair person who used to stroll at ease humming tunelessly every time. He was huge in his size and old enough mating retirement. Students were mild and in habit of infamy mutterings. Esteem had been cleaved by them. She lured, when she butted into department insistently. It was the first time I saw her in long lasting temptations. She was piercing heart, leaving deep visions and getting hell penetrating of whole department at that time. Every body was muttering dim witted standing near by, where ever she had passed by, routed into her class. Morons were glaring and instead she would frown a single scathing wrinkle, she always seemed gleaming like emerald. She strode off amble slowly, surely as she was walking on ramp. Her surging into the class looked like that she was stranding everybody with in a deep breadth consolation.

The obsession urged me to translate her in black and white. One day I had requested her before I could undertake her in my new novel. I was lurking intense for her optimistic response. She made a low grumble approval that was what I loved to vent my volcanic feelings about her. I could consider that request was not a jinx fortunately. Ultimately my heart yelled and galloped as I got grin appreciations from her. 

Celebrity

After a little time hoisted in the potion of her company, I felt she had a startling inner. She used to mingle her heart and mind, wrought the information and took galumphing reckons. She calmly used to dive into pool of echoing vicinity for a moment and took out spared verdicts what ever the hoarseness would be. It was a Victorian’s habit.

She did not like disagreements and conflicts and always unwelcome them. When ever she had confronted fluster cods-wallop or aghast, she had become soothe very soon, before it might go out of hands. She never took flinch stomp steps against any menace person that what I thought, was her best contrivance, to balm her opponent. She was always entirely spared to whom, who apologize. The very next thing was her implosive nature. She became tranquil by sweeping her fumed pounding heart, as she used to grumble like a whimpering tale teller to any of her well wisher. She used to vent her frustration, moaning sagas to others.  

She was empowered with good communication skills and that was the reason, she used to handle flinch in excellent reckons without squawking. Hence she was too friendly. She was sensitive but hysteric some times. She tried to vent out her haunts by whimpering in pensive deep silence, alone.

She adapted culture where ever she had to spent great deal of time. She adjusted herself by making some stow space. She was social and got pleasure by hanging out in activities like fabulous parties, programs, occasions, dinner, marriages, functions, etc.  

She was fair in her interpersonal skills, as she did not bother anyone and always tried to deal every one on the same line apart from exceptions. She did not understand others and how to fulfill their potentials. She was not so much cooperative except her own concerned toils. She was sprouting cheerful to her friends. She did not contribute toward the wellbeing of others pretty or demonstrates a staunch wellbeing. She enjoyed her own material comforts and does not strive for others very much. She was always in fetching of appreciations on her non inspirational work too, that was weakening her capabilities rather to soar. Some time she was a bit doleful, when somebody attacks her conventions and thus she should be. On the contrary, she did not try to seek the connection of ideas and words said by others, pensively. Consequently, she was extremely non-skeptical and non-challenging.

Best feature of her personality was her trust. She was much loyal to others though in many cases not to herself accompanying many envious reasons. Concerning to her future aspects and life beyond the limits, she was not as much as serious thus she ought to be but not in the meaning of irresponsibility. She preferred malinger on productivity but not in compensation to lie.

All these personality features came from her low esteemed and good socio-nature. Her family and friends, relatives, surroundings from the very beginning, the institutions where she learnt, all made her well-bred. She did not face many opportunities, because of her initial losses and de-motivations at many stages, including in her preliminary educations.

Ultimately apart from many doleful reasons, in a glimpse she was good. As some body said to me, that she ought not to be so liberal, but I thought that was a different subject matter. I knew it affects her to some extent. 

Lingua Franka

 

An interesting squib in class took place when a student on a chair in front of me returned the same accent as she had had before. Abruptly, the glass broke and silence cracked down by first her sniffing laughter and then we appreciatively followed grinningly too. It was one of the shot snap of good times.

It was her preliminary education that had taught her how to weave and fabricate sentences and especially the spoken English, cum an attractive lusty ascent. Apart from this routine English language, she had had a theme tongue.

I had noticed it while in usual gadget conversation, in her writings. I was envious at the start and unkempt as the time soured. She used her ascent in her messages those were equipped in the style of conversations.

This gut helped her hoist in many walks of life quite easily. As in Pakistan, it was of much importance to know how to play brisk English. Where as, sometimes it was quite opposite, her fluency slumped her wordy portray because of her dash incomprehensible speaking. She had drooling fluency in spoken language strewn over her presentations and where demand was. 

Leisures

 

Leisure time allows many folks to enjoy evil deeds but the one I found was considerably pure, who spent it as a fervent designer. It was her ardor work that was dumped by time and demands, before she could terrestrial it in usual oligopolistic privately covert carnival way. I knew sometimes life makes you stagger and stumble time and again and swerve you out of cardinal works you had planned, organized and ultimately swooped down hoarsely. She did not bother to care for the whispers wandering around her.

She made it her fervor from the beginning. She tried to make a platform, where she could yell her pounding leaping heart into creativities. She gave it time in dingy sometimes whole nights. Managing the soar of time, she did not kafuffle her studies. She transformed her ideas into beauty of her work scrupulously.

As time soared, I used to goggle and stare fixedly many of the fragments of scrupulously designed art work yelling me to touch. I could appeal her work, a nice visionary job.

Many times I thought it was very much good activity because many of today’s students waste their precious time, just like TV-channels and other sort of sordid activities.

I thought an idea that if she would sell it in a jewel shop like a diamond or some platinum, surely it would make a good cordial price. She liked her work fervent, and she could not even think about to sell, just like those of Cinderella’s tears.

One day she mumbled to me in a very deep sensation, any one who comments negatively on her that activity, she thought it as bewail. She did not like to be expressed in such disliking words noticed many time and a witnessed her words once too.

Ultimately I would like to honor her great work of her creative artistic views. I thought she should at least exhibit her work as she had done once before on face book. She was intrinsic in something special sort of sense to scent the subtle differences in colors, and especially how to play with them.

Sometime I used to dislike her schemes sometimes, but as mentioned earlier I did not know still why they were distracting always. 

Studies

 

She was not over dotingly intelligent, yet she was consistent in her sky touching grades. However it might be her apathy in commerce that it was one of the unfortunate areas she was wandering through, still paying off her stumpy results in her preliminary studies.

Scholars said, “No one is unintelligent at all, it’s all about opportunities”. I agree and thought if there would be hardship in her life consistently then there could be a verge but still she was working under her capacity.

Her assertive and unambiguous ideas were only required to call for the certain passage to renovate her scrapbooking into galumphing application of her life. Apart from this, in her regular studies she should be a doctor or some professional lass.

She was encumbered with quality accent, style and grip in language. She also had an admiring confidence and this was the reason she won half of the throng in presentation each and every time. She had complimentary KSA’s. I liked her continuous pace, diverse spectators contact, etc. She had an indigent professional touch.

Her presentation was smug and dangling some times. Her dashing velocity involved two mistakes, first was the skipping of essential material time and again while presenting and second was her brisk pace leaving ambiguities in audience’s mind of the material. She should craft wrought her presentation with apt pauses, rises and falls.

Parties

In university life the only verve we got was vigor break to exotica restaurant. I’m still committed to memory her signatures and annotations on tissue fragment were good. Amazing scenario was the musical chair competition among girls and her bit ill contribution.

I was not as much as frank with her as I’m now. She was good looking at the time. Then there were lots of small scale parties at group level. A few of them she had not attended and absenteeism ought to be punishable by law. Some times some persons are like petals and petals aerate fragrance. We missed her extremely in some events.

Once we were at the university café and at tikaa’ section she had seen a cat spitting in the bucket of tikaa’ and the way she made her face is inexpressible. I could bet if she had been a reporter in some news channel it would be the headlines. And at another time I and Usman saw that cat again and exchanged huge laughter. Usman said to me that if she would happen to see that again she would………. And time and again we exchanged grin, at that time.

Betting on madam Ammara assignment a macflurry was awesome dulcet and still she did not embedded me with an opportunity of tasting even a sip of that ice cream….Entrenched Kanjooos...Still I’m swigging the hope.

She was always avid to show her bangles and stylish implied slants because she was in view of that girl have a right to do so.

Style 360

Most of the time she used to wear endearing and attractive and some of them were distracting too. She was ardent player of colors and schemes. It’s all about diving in something and prodding out in bulging matching’s. She had a good pace with trends and fashions contemporary. It was always so appreciative that a solitary glimpse could be easily transformed into such a stare and after all in goggling.

Enviously, once, I had made indebt words to her, sometimes, irresistibly. They all were very good apart from few of them. It was one of her fetching ogle articles. She took great concern of her dresses firstly while shopping and secondly in smartness.

The End

 It was the very first attempt to my passion. Long Ago

Sorry to say, but my Hard disk burned and all data lost.

But Im gonna continue writting ... If   

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.05.2016

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