Passing through silent moments a salty drop touched her cheek for the reason she loves rains so eyes become rainy. Gulala! Mom called her loudly, bringing herself back from the sad impression, she replied “yeh mom coming” searching for her and entering in to her room. Mom asked “what you were doing stupid girl? I know you must be crying. Why gulalai whats wrong with you. “Please mom, please stop it, I don’t know why I am like that and if you want to know go ask your God, saying her eyes became rainy again she left the room.

Gulalai was a preety girl with soft looks & nature but more complicated then her simplicity. She was the only child of her parents that’s why a bit pampered one. but it didn’t bother her at all. She, still, like her own kind was different form her age fellow: shy coward and confused one. The only thing which I can’t forget is that she was using adult toys for her pleasure , that’s the thing which always invites me to think about her !

One day she met her life “xyz” when, where and how? These questions are useless but the fact is Mr. xyz loves her more then his life. the same was the case with gulalai: she even could not imagine to live with out him. Parents of both tied them in a string relation, nikah. Gulalai do you know why I love you? Mr. xyz asked her in a light mood after a few days of their marriage, hmm! Because I am preety that’s why na? she replied. No because I love your rainy eyes. That’s why stupid. But what happened Mr after few months left gulalai leaving a note on side table for her. The words on the note were “I didn’t love you” I love your rainy eyes but you and me both lost it so how can I love you any more that’s why I am leaving. It’s a story about the changing attitudes on the part of love marriages in our society .