Ik Nar Mili A Short Story by Samra Bukhari. The wordings of the poem on CD player by Junaid Jamshed were quite like the changing weather. Nirosha was looking at the form, trying to forget the bitter memories of the past. Sky was covered with dark clouds. It was raining heavily. Many inches of water had gathered on the form. Small plants on the banks were bowing towards earth in this heavy rain. At some moments, they stood up against the fast wind and then again turned toward earth. The shining day was now covered with fog. The fascination of Junaid Jamshed’s sound and the weather had now total control over her. Apparently, she was standing and enjoying the weather but inside her heart, it was heavy rain in progress. When everything was about to get wet, she closed her eyes due to severity of pain.
