I always remember the first day when I met with my special friend. It was fine winter morning a little cold day, perhaps one of the last days of winter. On that day i had the feeling that some thing special is going to happen with me. the day of holiday was that as for as i remember. I went to local liabrary and there i saw her, with smiling face. I saw her and at that moment i understood the philosphy of live in first sight. I shaked hand with her we went to my home togather. That cold night I was in my bed with her and we did not slept the hole night long. The next morning my mother cought me with her and asked me to leave her and have the breakfast but i was not in this world untill i finished her. That was my love of life and her name is " Raja Gidh" written by Bano Qudsia. I have read her approximately 7 times and i always find myself comfortable whenever we are togather.
so people that was the first love story of my life, let me know about yours....
Thanks and Regards
Muhammad Mudassar Rehman (PPSC)
I always remember the first day when I met with my special friend. It was fine winter morning a little cold day, perhaps one of the last days of winter. On that day i had the feeling that some thing special is going to happen with me. the day of holiday was that as for as i remember. I went to local liabrary and there i saw her, with smiling face. I saw her and at that moment i understood the philosphy of live in first sight. I shaked hand with her we went to my home togather. That cold night I was in my bed with her and we did not slept the hole night long. The next morning my mother cought me with her and asked me to leave her and have the breakfast but i was not in this world untill i finished her. That was my love of life and her name is " Raja Gidh" written by Bano Qudsia. I have read her approximately 7 times and i always find myself comfortable whenever we are togather.
so people that was the first love story of my life, let me know about yours....
Thanks and Regards
Muhammad Mudassar Rehman (PPSC)
