Piyasi Nadia a Short True Story by Nazish Shaheen. The snowstorm continued with the same intensity outside. The snow frozen on the window glasses glowed whenever there was thunder. It was like a sweet memory coming on the screen of the mind. Sitting near the fireplace, I am thinking that thunder storms still come, sunlight still show up and spring follows every autumn but I don’t know what type of autumn is there in the heart that no spring flower bloomed there so far. So many springs came and silently went by. No whirl of wind could knock on the door of wishes, which are closed since centuries. Moreover, today when I am writing my first and last letter to you, I am thinking why sweet memories heart us. Why memories from past days suddenly appear which had been the cause of loneliness in life.
Piyasi Nadia
please finish this story it looks to me a nice story will you please complete or send a book to me I will buy it I am in canada in Toronto my child hood was passed here I can read urdu but cant write it. So please let me know Thanks
Siddiqi
Kahanian tho may no bohat sari parhi hain, laken es kahani ma Mohabat ka jo soz aur gham ha wo Aashiq log he samajh saktay hain. Es kahani ki tareef k layea mary pas alfaaz nahi han. Wah likari, ye kahani dill pr gham ka abr kr ka tikk gai.