Memory Of Past
NIMRA BEIG J ust one evening, and my whole life was completely changed and transformed. I used to live my life in the world of fantasies without worries, tantrums, allegations, and judgments. As we all were entirely busy in pampering an orphan girl, our neighbor. Meanwhile, the sky was covered with deadly and pitch-dark clouds as if something bad is going to happen to me. I looked out of the window, looked around there were fearful echoes coming out from nowhere. I was lost and then someone knocked at the door, it was probably our neighbor, and he yelled, ‘Who is in the house?’ ‘Did you found the Jan?’ these words are still striking me. For a moment I was numb, dumbstruck and when I got to know about Jan I fell unconscious. Jan was missing, he was kid though. We kept searching for him, in fact, every single villager tried hard to get Jan. The wind was blowing immensely hard and sky was covered with terrible and terrorized clouds, there was probably a hidden mess