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A Long Wait
Author Rizwan Ahmed Memon

In this big world, we all are living in different circumstances. Some of us have happiness, and some of us have sorrow. Sometimes we enjoy the company of our loved ones, and at other times our heart burns in the fire of separation from our beloveds. The wait for our beloved has its own charms. Sometimes it kills us, other times it consoles our heart with the knowledge that one day our beloved will return.

Those of us who face this wait know exactly how hard it is. One of such people was Raja, a young, handsome man, whose class fellow, Robina, had gone on summer vacation to France. They both learned English Literature in Larkana in an institute named TRLCL.

“In today’s lecture we will discuss Romanticism,” said Rizwan, the lecturer. “Robina, do you have any idea what romanticism is?” asked the teacher.

“Romanticism is a movement in which the authors started to write about nature, about the beauty of their beloveds, and they were sick of the smoke of the city. They liked to be alone in the beautiful valleys and liked to sit on the banks of the river and enjoyed the beauty of the natural objects.”

“Very good,” commented the lecturer. Then the teacher continued the lecture. In their first days of the class, Raja and Robina didn’t know much about each other. As the days went by, they started to exchange their views about the literature, the writers and their works. They even began to go out for a cup of tea together almost every evening. They would sit in Sapna Hotel, take tea, and chat. Robina read novels of Hardy and Jane Austin to Raja. And Raja would read poetry of Keats, Shelly and Byron to Robina.

“You belong to Romantic period. That’s what I feel,” she commented when Raja finished reading La bem Mercy, by John Keats.

“And you seem to blong to Classical period,” replied Raja.

“You are right. I believe in reality. I know that emotions break man; make him feeble.”

“May be, but emotions are what make us do anything. It is emotion that you are here with me.”

“It is emotion are fate?”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“No, I don’t. I believe in free will.”

“Wasn’t our class destined which let us meet?”

“I don’t know. I guess it was my choice to attend the class.”

Raja and Robina they didn’t agree on many things. However, they had the tolerance to hear and value each other’s ideas and beliefs.

One evening, while they were taking tea at the hotel, Robina said, “I am going to France for vacations with my family. I will be back in December.”

“What? No, you cannot! You are kidding, right?”

“I am not kidding. I am going to France.”

“See, I have become used to meeting you. And it is not easy for me to live without you.”

“I am your friend not wife that you wouldn’t be able to live without me,” she replied with laughter.

Thus a sudden departure news reached at Raja’s door through a letter. She wrote that she promise to return in December. It was all the same for Robina whether she was with Raja or not, but it was so hard for Raja to live without her. Sometimes, we attach our heats to someone so tightly that when they are detached, they hardly beat.

The class had no charm for Raja. The hotel, the tea didn’t amuse Raja anymore. It was the laughter of Robina, her voice, that had won his heart. He stopped going to the literature class and the hotel. He waited for her under the tires, at the bank of the river, and in the streets.

“Perhaps I will have to spend my rest of life in her memories now.” Raja slowly whispered to himself as he crashed a dried, yellow leaf, that had fallen from the tree he was sitting under, in his fist. “The dew shows that winter is near; and the date of her promise to return in December is approaching, but still, there is no sign of her. Autumn will soon end, but it seems my separation from my friend will be prolonged,” Raja continued.

Raja had written many letters to her, but she hadn’t answered any letter. “I will write her the last letter if she didn’t arrive in December,” he whispered to himself.

The December also ended. Robina dindn’t come.

“Dear Robina,

You didn’t prove your promise. You didn’t come. Maybe it was your free will. Well, my crazy heart should now understand that you will never come back. My eyes should stop watching your ways. And my mind should stop thinking about you. I have come to know that you have started a new life in France. I was a very naïve man who quickly fell in love with you. I will try to forget you as you have forgotten me.


Your friend,
Raja”

After the letter, for the rest of his life Raja couldn’t forget her. He never married in his life, and spent his life reading, writing, and teaching literature. Many of us make someone so close to us so quickly that their separation leaves life-long impact on us.

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A Long Wait
Author Rizwan Ahmed Memon

In this big world, we all are living in different circumstances. Some of us have happiness, and some of us have sorrow. Sometimes we enjoy the company of our loved ones, and at other times our heart burns in the fire of separation from our beloveds. The wait for our beloveds has its own charms. Sometimes it tortures us, other times it consoles our heart with the knowledge that one day our beloved will return.

Those of us who face this wait know exactly how hard it is. One such person was Raja, a young, handsome man, whose class fellow, Robina, had gone on summer vacation to France. They both learned English Literature in Larkana in an institute named TRLCL.

“In today’s lecture we will discuss Romanticism,” said Rizwan, the lecturer. “Robina, do you have any idea what romanticism is?” asked the teacher.

“Romanticism is a movement in which the authors started to write about nature and the beauty of their beloveds. They were sick of the smoke of the city. They liked to be alone in the beautiful valleys, and liked to sit on the banks of the river, and enjoyed the beauty of the natural objects.”

“Very good,” commented the lecturer. Then the teacher continued the lecture. In the first days of class, Raja and Robina didn’t know much about each other. As the days went by, they started to exchange their views about literature, writers and their works. They even began to go out for a cup of tea together almost every evening. They would sit in Sapna Hotel, take tea, and chat. Robina read novels of Hardy and Jane Austin to Raja. And Raja would read poetry of Keats, Shelly and Byron to Robina.

“You belong to the Romantic period. That’s what I feel,” she commented when Raja finished reading “La Belle Dam sans Merci”, by John Keats.

“And you seem to belong to the Classical period,” replied Raja.

“You are right. I believe in reality. I know that emotions break a man; make him feeble.”

“May be, but emotions are what make us do anything. It is emotion that brings you are here with me.”

“Is it emotion or fate?”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“No, I don’t. I believe in free will.”

“Wasn’t our class destined, which led us to meet?”

“I don’t know. I guess it was my choice to attend the class.”

Raja and Robina didn’t agree on many things. However, they had the tolerance to hear and value each other’s ideas and beliefs.

One evening, while they were taking tea at the hotel, Robina said, “I am going to France for vacations with my family. I will be back in December.”

“What? No, you cannot! You are kidding, right?”

“I am not kidding. I am going to France.”

“See, I have become used to meeting you. And it is not easy for me to live without you.”

“I am your friend, not your wife that you wouldn’t be able to live without me,” she replied with laughter.

The news of her sudden departure reached Raja’s door through a letter. She wrote that she promised to return in December. It was all the same for Robina whether she was with Raja or not, but it was so hard for Raja to live without her. Sometimes, we attach our heats to someone so tightly that when they are detached, they hardly beat.

After Robina, the class no longer had any charm for Raja. The hotel, the tea didn’t amuse Raja anymore. It was the laughter of Robina, her voice, that had won his heart. He stopped going to the literature class and the hotel. He waited for her under the trees, at the bank of the river, and in the streets.

“Perhaps I will have to spend my rest of life in her memories now.” Raja slowly whispered to himself as he crashed a dried, yellow leaf, that had fallen from the tree he was sitting under, in his fist. “The dew shows that winter is near; and the date of her promise to return in December is approaching, but still, there is no sign of her. Autumn will soon end, but it seems my separation from my friend will be prolonged,” Raja continued.

Raja had written many letters to her, but she hadn’t answered any letter. “I will write her the last letter if she doesn’t arrive in December,” he whispered to himself.

December ended. Robina dindn’t come.

“Dear Robina,

You didn’t keep your promise. You didn’t come back. Maybe it was your free will. Well, my crazy heart should now understand that you will never come back. My eyes should stop watching for you. And my mind should stop thinking about you. I have come to know that you have started a new life in France. I was a very naïve man who quickly fell in love with you. I will try to forget you as you have forgotten me.


Your friend,
Raja”

After the letter, for the rest of his life Raja couldn’t forget her. He never married, and spent his life reading, writing, and teaching literature at The REAL Learning Center Larkana. Deep in his heart, Raja kept waiting for her all of his life.

Many of us grow so close to someone so quickly that their separation leaves life-long impact on us.

Here is the story after the changes. (I myself laughed when I noticed that I wrote waiting under tires! I meant waiting under trees.)

A Long Wait
Author Rizwan Ahmed Memon

In this big world, we all are living in different circumstances. Some of us have happiness, and some of us have sorrow. Sometimes we enjoy the company of our loved ones, and at other times our heart burns in the fire of separation from our beloveds. The wait for our beloveds has its own charms. Sometimes it tortures us, other times it consoles our heart with the knowledge that one day our beloved will return.

Those of us who face this wait know exactly how hard it is. One such person was Raja, a young, handsome man, whose class fellow, Robina, had gone on summer vacation to France. They both learned English Literature in Larkana in an institute named TRLCL.

“In today’s lecture we will discuss Romanticism,” said Rizwan, the lecturer. “Robina, do you have any idea what romanticism is?” asked the teacher.

“Romanticism is a movement in which the authors started to write about nature and the beauty of their beloveds. They were sick of the smoke of the city. They liked to be alone in the beautiful valleys, and liked to sit on the banks of the river, and enjoyed the beauty of the natural objects.”

“Very good,” commented the lecturer. Then the teacher continued the lecture. In the first days of class, Raja and Robina didn’t know much about each other. As the days went by, they started to exchange their views about literature, writers and their works. They even began to go out for a cup of tea together almost every evening. They would sit in Sapna Hotel, take tea, and chat. Robina read novels of Hardy and Jane Austin to Raja. And Raja would read poetry of Keats, Shelly and Byron to Robina.

“You belong to the Romantic period. That’s what I feel,” she commented when Raja finished reading “La Belle Dam sans Merci”, by John Keats.

“And you seem to belong to the Classical period,” replied Raja.

“You are right. I believe in reality. I know that emotions break a man; make him feeble.”

“Maybe, but emotions are what make us do anything. Emotion is the reason you are here with me.”

“Is it emotion or fate?”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“No, I don’t. I believe in free will.”

“Wasn’t our class destined, which led us to meet?”

“I don’t know. I guess it was my choice to attend the class.”

Raja and Robina didn’t agree on many things. However, they had the tolerance to hear and value each other’s ideas and beliefs.

One evening, while they were taking tea at the hotel, Robina said, “I am going to France for a vacation with my family. I will be back in December.”

“What? No, you cannot! You are kidding, right?”

“I am not kidding. I am going to France.”

“See, I have become used to meeting you. And it is not easy for me to live without you.”

“I am your friend, not your wife that you wouldn’t be able to live without,” she replied with laughter.

The news of her sudden departure reached Raja’s door through a letter. She wrote that she promised to return in December. It was all the same for Robina whether she was with Raja or not, but it was so hard for Raja to live without her. Sometimes, we attach our heats to someone so tightly that when they are detached, they hardly beat.

After Robina left, the class no longer had any charm for Raja. The hotel, the tea didn’t amuse Raja anymore. It was the laughter of Robina, her voice, that had won his heart. He stopped going to the literature class and the hotel. He waited for her under the trees, at the bank of the river, and in the streets.

“Perhaps I will have to spend my rest of life in her memories now.” Raja slowly whispered to himself as he crushed a dried, yellow leaf, that had fallen from the tree he was sitting under, in his fist. “The dew shows that winter is near; and the date of her promise to return in December is approaching, but still, there is no sign of her. Autumn will soon end, but it seems my separation from my friend will be prolonged,” Raja continued.

Raja had written many letters to her, but she hadn’t answered any letter. “I will write her the last letter if she doesn’t arrive in December,” he whispered to himself.

December ended. Robina didn’t come.

“Dear Robina,

You didn’t keep your promise. You didn’t come back. Maybe it was your free will. Well, my crazy heart should now understand that you will never come back. My eyes should stop watching for you. And my mind should stop thinking about you. I have come to know that you have started a new life in France. I was a very naïve man who quickly fell in love with you. I will try to forget you as you have forgotten me.


Your friend,
Raja”

After the letter, for the rest of his life Raja couldn’t forget her. He never married, and spent his life reading, writing, and teaching literature at The REAL Learning Center Larkana. Deep in his heart, Raja kept waiting for her all of his life.

Many of us grow so close to someone so quickly that their separation leaves life-long impact on us.

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Is the second sentence correct?
The news of her sudden departure reached Raja’s door through a letter. She wrote that she promised to return in December
Is this one correct: She wrote that she promised to return in December. ?

I am confused about the following sentence:

She wrote that she promised to return in December.

Is that correct?
(I mean that she wrote a letter in which she wrote that she promise to come back in December)
does this sound natural?