
There was this girl who used to sell bangles. Somehow⦠she fell in love with me.
And man, her love was something else. Like, every place she went, sheād always bring something special for me. Like a gift. Just for me.
She stayed in my city for four whole years. Every single day, she would cry and beg me to marry her.
She used to say:
āPlease... just marry me. Iāll be the happiest girl in the world.ā
But I kept saying no. Again and again.
Eventually, she gave up.
She went back to her hometown, a village in Jhang.
Some months later, I went with my friends to visit the shrine of Sultan Bahu.
I was standing outside, just chillingā, when someone grabbed my arm from behind.
I turned around⦠and bro, it was her.
The same bangle girl.
She looked so freaking happy. She said:
āMy prayers worked! I saw you again! Todayās like Eid (Christmas) for me!ā
She told me:
āEvery time I came to this shrine, I asked to see you. And today... my wish came true.ā
Then she looked down and softly said:
I never got married. Iām still waiting for you.
And then her eyes just filled up with tears.
She said:
Begging, selling bangles on the streets⦠itās not my fault. Itās just my fate. Why am I getting punished for how I was born?
And then⦠in front of everyone, she hugged me and just started crying.
She said:
āJust come to my house once. Please.ā
And then⦠she literally bent down and touched my feet.
It was so damn awkward, people were watching, I was super embarrassed.
A whole crowd gathered.
Even my friends were like, āDude, just go once. See what happens.ā
So I said okay.
As soon as I agreed, she ran and jumped into the van.
Her house was 50 km away.
And the whole way there, she was smiling like a little kid.
We reached her village. The houses were small, made of mud, but broācleaner than most big homes.
Everyone was looking at me weird.
When we got to her house, all her girlfriends came over, excited.
She cooked this amazing food for us.
Her family told me:
She keeps reciting your name like a prayer all day long. Youāre all she talks about.
When we were about to leave, she couldnāt stop crying again.
She kissed my hands and said:
āItās not your fault. Itās just my bad luck⦠that I was born in a poor family that sells bangles.ā
We calmed her down with so much effort.
Then we left.
As we were driving away, I looked back through the windowā¦
She stood there, watching our car,
ā¦until we disappeared completely from her sight.
That⦠was the last time I ever saw her.
One day, I started missing her like crazy. So I went back to her village.
Her family told meā¦
āAfter you left, she got really sick. She stopped eating, laughing, talking. And one day⦠she just passed away.ā
I didnāt really love herā¦
ā¦but I still think about her every single day.
And every Eid (Christmas),
I visit her grave.
Words That Haunt Me
After you⦠I never saw any destination.
Being with someone else⦠itās just not in me.
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