THE BORDER
“Noora, Noora! Where are you?” “ Coming Dada”- ten year old Noora jumped from the mango tree and ran towards her home. “Why did you call me Dada? I was about to pluck those ripe mangoes” - Noora expressed her disappointment. “ It’s ok beta, you can pluck it later. Now go and give this Nihari to Raju chacha across the border. It’s been a long time he may be waiting for this and convey my salam to him”, saying so Sheikh Aslam placed a package in Noora's hands. Noora covered her head with a velvet scarf and happily hopped away. She walked along the green meadows and the gardens filled with sunflowers. On her way ,the tea plantation welcomed her with its aroma. The lake on the way, looked extremely pleasing with its decorated boats filled with tourists. After a fifteen minute walk she reached the border. “Raju chacha, O Raju chacha, Its Noora here!” Raju chacha heard Noora and put those big framed specs on his eyes and holding his walking stick came out from his house a