Rasmon Ke Shikanjay A Short Story by Sawera Falak. What is your name? I asked her while taking a sip of tea. My name is Kashmala, madam but everyone here calls me mala. She replied while playing with the corner of her shawl. I repeated, Kashmala, what a beautiful name. Sit down Kashmala. After I told her, she sat on the carpet in a village style. I asked her, who else is there in your home. My father is there and you know him. Besides him, my mom and my younger brother. He is two years younger than me but calls me as if he is my grandson, she said in a bitter tone. I said to her while putting empty jug on the table, ok, you can go now, if I need something, I will call you. She stood up and went out after greeting me.
