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Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Shema Bokhari Standing in the close environs of my office I saw two white blossoms on my table. That didn’t surprise me as I thought maybe one of my colleagues have put them there. Ignoring them, I continued my work. In the evening, I came out of the closed office to a smoke blanketed atmosphere of Lahore. On the dash board of my car there was a white blossom. I became curious now and called the guard. He was a vigilant person. Nobody came in the parking area in his presence and my curiosity was not satisfied. Coming on the smoggy roads of Lahore I had to shut the windows of my car. Even the evening time didn’t bring any freshness. Standing on one of the red traffic light; angrily I turned my head left to the one who was tooting his horn. Instead, three white blossoms on the side seat caught my attention. And I was astounded! How they got there? There was nothing on the seat when I came out of my office. How they got there? I picked one of them but couldn’t feel them. I was perplexed. What was happening to me? The awful honking of horns brought me back to practical life. Irritatingly I moved on and became one with the stream of traffic. Home didn’t bring any comfort as all of my family members were gathered in the drawing room to settle some family dispute. Whatever was being discussed was beyond my comprehension because my stare was fixed on one of our side tables. It had a vase filled with the bouquet of white blossoms that I’d been seeing since morning. I asked my wife but irritatingly she replied that they were pink roses not any “white imaginary blossoms”. How could I believe her as I could see them? Perturbed, I retired to my bed early. The whole night I kept on dreaming about those white blossoms. I was surrounded by them with a nearby stream and surrounding majestic mountains. Next morning brought more frustration for me. Amidst all the activities of life, I kept on seeing the white blossoms. I was not able to concentrate on my work or life anymore. Those blossoms were just there; in my feet, in front of my eyes, everywhere. But I could not grasp them. I could see them but I could not feel their tangibility. My life and thoughts were becoming restless. On my way home or to work or to different places; I just saw those blossoms. Every plant, tree, road, place had few of those blossoms for me. With the growing restlessness, I asked so many people about the places where those blossoms could be found but of no avail. When I was young and a great romantic dreamer; I heard from somewhere that society makes you senselessly callous. If you want to understand the mysteries of life, you must contemplate and for that you must go to the mountains, away from the hum drum of the society. Thinking on those lines I turned my car to Swat; one morning, on my way to work. By the late afternoon I was there. Beside River Swat, I found a rock and sat on it looking at the playfully restless waters of the river. The waves were laughing at my situation. And I, like a hypnotized person, kept on looking at them, feeling jealous at their cheerfulness. A sudden tug on my elbow brought me back to reality. I turned to find a small boy asking if I wanted tea. In trance, I followed the child to a nearby café. That couldn’t be real!!! I was ecstatic. That café was surrounded by almond trees fully laden with white blossoms. The freshness in the air cleansed the very depths of my soul. One blossom fell in my feet. I picked it up, smelled it, touched it and that was the awakening moment of my life. I was reminded there and then of all the promises I made with myself as a young dreamer. I realized these blossoms were calling me to my native roots. In Lahore they were not just appearing in front of my eyes. They were calling me to this place. I was there now. I was there to protect them. I was there to spread the message of freshness, peace and purity to the ‘callous people’ of the society. I was excited at my resurrection and was ready to touch everyone with the magic wand of natural beauty. people have rated it so far. is the current average. |
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