By Col Masood Anwar (34 Long Course)
Editor’s Note: Col Masood Anwar is from AC/Avn. He lives in Rawalpindi after retirement.
I am your friend your well-wisher. I owe you my experience. I am indebted to you for the opportunities you provided to me. Today I am a senior citizen. I cannot forget that you held me for all these years like a mother holds her child to her bosom. I remember the streets in which I spent my childhood and I remember the roads on which I strolled. I remember the ride on Tongas. I remember the rhythm created by the hoofs of the horse striking the road. The sequence calmed the twists of everyday life. The rhythm was sedating and a relief from anxiety.
I often visited Shezan and the Silver Grill restaurants to spend a few moments of joy. The atmosphere, the gentleness and the sophistication; I can say now that the time spent was time earned. I remember strolling on the Mall in the company of peace and quietness except for occasional disturbance created by the passing vehicle. The wind escaping through the branches of the tall trees produced a hissing sound. It was pleasing to the ears. How passionate is the relationship between rhythm and silence; one needs a devoted heart to feel. I wish life had remained peaceful but it was not to be.
When I write this, my eyes don’t see what I saw but my heart continues to feel; I am there and I am here; it’s a grand sensation. In the end I would say; “Pindi, I miss you”.
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