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Wednesday 5 September 2018

FOG DAY AT LAHORE- FAMILY STORY AMID GIRLS COLLEGES AND TRAFFIC JAMS -fusionstories


‘There is fog all around. Mom, shouldn’t I skip school today?’ Murtaza stretched the sleeves of his sweater to rub the window.
‘Not at all! Turn on the heater and get ready in five minutes,’ her mother approached the window after him.

fog at lahore


‘This weather is not supposed to sit at home. I really adore foggy December of Lahore, when the whole city wrapped in white mist like a fairy land.  People wrapped in warm shawls and coats appeared as ghosts from white smoke all around.Things are out of sight when they are just a hand distance.  A mysterious murkiness shadowed all colors in ashen. A cup of coffee at any foggy shade at evening and memories of past is a best combination to feel gratification this miasma at Lahore,’ she tried to peep her garden which seemed overwhelm in white blanket.
‘You know we bunk our lectures and squeezed in already tightly packed noisy canteen of our girls college in this weather. This was the only cozy place among wide airy rooms of Govt. College. Warm watery soup following the frozen ice-lolly or slush, mustaches after taking a sip of hot coffee…, oh how much we enjoyed every moment of this romantic weather?’
'And I tell you, your father left his bike at any corner and disappeared in the diminished foot paths of Jinnah garden when he was in medical college. He loved to roam alone in foggy gardens and to sing; 
Bheega bheega sa December hai,
bheegi bheegi si tanhai hai
In kitabon may ji nhi lagta, mujh ko …..
    ‘Be decent, your kids are grown up and you act like teens. This poetry only works for those who enjoy fog from the large window of house and don’t have to flee on road as driver. Do you have an idea how many accidents occur in this weather?  Fetch breakfast hurry. We’ve to leave early,’ his father caught her mother at spot and delivered a somber lecture in morning.
‘My romance is already flown with wind at your breaking news,’ she murmured to herself.
‘What?’
‘Nothing, when your mother is arriving?’ she moved to kitchen.
‘Bhai jan will pick her up by evening, I’ll be busy at clinic,’ he mentioned his brother who lived next door.
 ‘Murtaza you call Hassan to come on the gate. Act like a young boy and beat the weather,’ he at looked at Murtaza who was shivering in front of heater.
‘I’m worried for mom, who is coming from Faisalabad on bus. May she shun this fog and reach safe n sound,’ Hassan’s father broke the news of coming of his mother very circumspectly.
‘Oh, dadu (grandmother) is coming,’ Hassan and Zeemal tried to act excited in front of their mother. Their dadu was really a fusion of modern and traditional styles.
The visibility was 0 meters on road then. The street lights were on then.  Murtaza’s father was continuously rubbing the wind screen of his car. It was looking as he was driving just on estimates as nothing was visible just the white sheet all around.  The road was busy with traffic in spite of blindfold driving.
‘Open the window and checked how far the U-turn is?’ suddenly he asked Murtaza.
‘Oh, it’s too chilly outside. I think it’s almost there,’ a strong gust of cold air punch on his face. Hassan and Zeemal also got chilled at back seat.
‘Don’t think. Tell me exact. I’m totally sightless,’ his father stopped him from closing the window.
They covered a 15 minutes distance in almost 35 minutes and gave cold reception to their school in hope that most teachers would be absent but sorry to say all were there to wind them up. ‘My mom didn’t tell what she did in school during fog?’
‘Off course, enjoy peanuts and oranges,’ Hassan cracked one peanut with big sound of ‘soooon…’ from his nose.

By the break they got slips of winter vacations.
‘Just a one week holiday that’s why I hate this school,’ Hassan reacted on the announcement of vacations.
‘The sun is luckier than us. Look its 12 pm and it is absent yet. It’s too boring, what about a badminton match at ground,’ Murtaza looked at his class mates.
‘We’re ready to have fun,’
‘I’m going to Malamjaba in these holidays to enjoy skiing over there. Thanks god Pakistan has some place to really enjoy in winters,’ it was Shireen who couldn’t forget showing off.
‘To enjoy skiing,’ Murtaza sneered at her.
‘It’s evening, your father hasn’t come back yet after picking your grandmother,’ Hassan’s mother third time checked outside window.
‘It’s normal in fog days. Why are you worried? Hassan calmly replied.
‘Mom has invited you all at Bar B Q,’ Murtaza crossed the common garden of both houses; hardly peeping in dense white sheet covered all atmosphere. 
‘It was horrible but adventurous journey. No one knew we were riding on road on in any field. There is a river or hill ahead. Actually I reached here by floating sightless on white smoke in air,’ there dadu reached about 7 pm and got annoyed on bar B Q invitation.
‘She also called me early from clinic as it’s the first and last day of fog. The predictions are to continue this weather for at least 10 days ahead,’ Murtaza’s father met her mother and grumbled on her wife.
They all were enjoying Bar B Q at terrace when Murtaza observed a pile of wood at one side. The full moon appeared powerless to breach the ashen blanket to show its blow in fog. Murtaza picked the woods and arranged them to show a born fire.
‘Thanks my son. Only you understand me,’ his mother got excited.
 ‘You know in University…,’
‘Javeria!’ his father bunged her again.
‘Ok….,’ she started to mop all mess from terrace quietly. Just then Zeemal brought guitar. This song is dedicated to my romantic foggy Lahore.  

why i like fog in lahore
rhyme of fog and winter

‘Then what about vanish in fog and a cup of coffee at fortress stadium?’ after a pause Murtaza’s father looked at Javeria, rubbed his hands and got up.
‘Then you drop us at ground. We may join the football match there in fog lights,’ Hassan excitedly told his plan.
‘And I’m going to drive,’ Murtaza’s mother got excited.
‘No…,’ they all screamed together.
 

 

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