Lahori Novels
The Longing for a Lost Paradise
A Journey of Dreams and Regrets
Life is often a journey filled with dreams, hopes, and disappointments. Some paths lead to unexpected joy, while others take us through sorrow and regret. This is the story of a woman who embarked on a journey in search of her dreams, only to realize that the paradise she longed for was never truly there. Her soul often looked back, pondering the past, wondering where she had lost the way.
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The Illusion of Happiness
She had always believed that happiness was within reach. In those days, she walked a path she had built for herself, filled with aspirations and desires. But no matter how much she tried, she could not find even a trace of the bright rays she had once imagined. Perhaps, deep down, she had never truly felt the bitter sting of disappointment, or maybe she had chosen to ignore it.
She had no expectations from anyone, for this was her creation, her dream. But as time passed, she realized that every hour brought a new regret, a new lesson in the harsh reality of life. Each mistake became a mark of inexperience, yet, paradoxically, each day also became a reason for newfound hope.
The Weight of Compulsion
Life has a way of imposing its own compulsions, forcing people to walk paths they never intended to tread. Her longing for happiness had once brought her complete peace and comfort. It had been a time when the road seemed clear, and the destination was within sight. But as time passed, she found herself trapped in the cycle of life’s demands.
Only a few days had gone by, yet those moments felt like eternity. They were days of unburdened joy, of laughter, and dreams woven with the threads of hope. But reality had a way of sneaking in, reminding her that happiness was fleeting.
A Month and a Half of Change
Days turned into weeks, and before she knew it, a month and a half had passed. During that time, she experienced moments of happiness and sadness, of comfort and longing. It was in this passage of time that the presence of Azar Bhai’s mother became significant. She had been watching everything unfold, silently witnessing the changes that time had brought upon this young woman.
Then, one day, as if sensing the weight of emotions in the air, Azar Bhai’s mother left for Teori. Her departure left an emptiness, a void that the woman could not quite understand. Perhaps it was the realization that nothing was permanent, that everything and everyone eventually moved on.
A Friend’s Unwavering Support
He was a very good friend. He always supported her in difficult moments, sharing the weight of her pain. His presence eased her burden, much like the comfort found in writing in a diary. Yet, her heart remained heavy, and she sought solace in transferring her emotions into words. But even then, the weight of sorrow never truly lifted.
He pressed both his temples hard, feeling the intensity of suffering. “I never wanted this, my God,” he thought. “My pain has become unbearable.” Yet, she bore it all with remarkable strength, and the love and sincerity she had shown were met with trials that tested her to the core.
The Unseen Torments
Her suffering was twofold—both physical and spiritual. The excruciating pain in her body was relentless, yet the torment that crushed her soul and heart was even more unbearable. She felt as though the universe was conspiring to break her spirit.
“I cannot love people as much as I want to,” she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. Even her reflection in the mirror seemed to waver, mirroring her distress. She placed a gentle hand on her chest, feeling the weight of her emotions. “Oh my God, not now,” she murmured. “It is unbearable now.”
A Street Full of Stories
Monya had always felt that life in their street was unpredictable. Seven bad guys had left, and in their absence, things had seemed calmer. But trouble had a way of creeping back, and it often did when one least expected it.
Shakir was known for his good nature, yet even he had his breaking points. Monya had been leaning on a copy of Sarjhang Job when he observed Shakir’s frustration. The narrow streets were like the meeting of the Ravi and Chenab rivers—constantly shifting, unpredictable.
Jaganu had moved forward, unaware of the turmoil within Monya’s heart. As he barely touched the wall, an uneasiness settled in. “You are misleading,” someone had said. The words stung, making Monya reflect on past mistakes.
Betrayal and Innocence
Monya had always tried to be good, but his innocence had often been questioned. Shakir Bhai, despite his kindness, had moments of sternness. The street still whispered stories about Monya’s so-called shamelessness.
Jagnu, full of pride, stretched out his hand toward the tents, warning Monya to tread carefully. There were things one simply did not question.
Manu walked ahead in silence, leaving Monya feeling helpless. Why had he clung so tightly to things beyond his control? Some things, he realized, happened unintentionally.
“The child is helpless, but you are cruel,” Monya muttered to himself, watching Jagnu disappear into the distance. He had been taught lessons in ways he never anticipated.
Conclusion: Embracing Reality
Life is unpredictable. It offers dreams, but it also teaches lessons. The woman had learned that no matter how much one longs for a paradise of dreams, it may not always be there. However, what remains is the strength to move forward, to build a life that is not based on mere illusions but on the wisdom gained from experience.
Her journey was not over. She had many roads yet to travel, many stories yet to write. And this time, she would walk forward with her eyes open, embracing reality instead of chasing after an illusion.
