“She was a neighbour, about my age, perhaps a year older. I found it far more convenient to be wooed than to have to court a girl myself. Anyway I could think of nothing else except her. She didn’t know English, and I wasn’t brilliant in Urdu. A friend would read her letters to me in Urdu, and I dictate my reply to him in Urdu. the person who would deliver the letters was my younger brother’s friend. He was slightly built and could squeez in and out of most places. He would deliver my letters and pick up hers, by quietly sneaking into her house.
I went so far as to get my Naani Amma, my maternal grandmother, into the act without her realizing it. She was a lovely woman to wear a burka, as conservative Muslim women do. I would tell Naani Amma that she must visit the neighbours, and then direct her to girl’s house. Before she went I would hide a letter in a pocket of her burka and pass a message to the girl explaining where to find it. Poor Naani Amma would go to the girl’s house as an unwritting courier with a romantic letter in her pocket. Has she known, she would have been quite upset, to put it mildly. Certainly my mother would have come to know of it.
This girl was very beautiful. It was puppy love, really, just an infatuation, and it lasted only until my parents moved to another house, far away on garden Road, near the Karachi Zoo with its beautiful gardens.”
Lol, better luck next time General Sahib:D.
Finally, got my hands over this most alluring auto-biography Of General Sahib by himself. Just dripping over initial part of this book but getting steadily involve with rising pulse into it. Gifted by my lovely bro, worth reading, english version is of Rs 1200 and in Urdu I guess it would cost you around Rs 550. But originally it has been formulated in English.
