Though its not the proper place to posdt such things , but since there is no option for posting short stories on this forum ( even if there is any such possibility, i'm not aware of this, spare me for my ignorance ), I'm posting a short sotry , looking for opinions

Echoes
(Plot borrowed from a sindhi’s short story )

I was so helpless, I just couldn’t do anything, time seemed to be running out for me, I just didn’t feel like facing this reality, my dreams were vanishing like vapors in blazing sun, I never ever had this thought that this all could be so fragile, but that’s how it was.
I wanted to say so much to her but I just couldn’t say anything, something was building up inside me, a huge wrath, but somewhere inside I knew that its useless to say anything, because I knew she was also helpless, we both were the prisoners of unseen force, we had been together for the last two years and during this time, we never thought that one day we’ll have to part our way, this all was going on inside my brain, we were sitting in the lawn in front of main campus. Everything around us was full of colors, but we were lost deep into some grave pale disappointment.
I just couldn’t hold on to my anger and shouted at her,” You have cheated on me, Sarah”
She just kept her quiet , stood up and slowly started walking towards the main library, I was watching her going away, her slow dead walk ended as she stood next to the veranda pillar and started twisting the corner of her shawl around her index finger, she was nervous and broken, just at the moment when I went to her and stood behind her, she broke into tears. Volcano inside me erupted and I yelled at her “ I never thought of this……”, I tried to filter my words as I didn’t want to be arrogant to her until then as I was holding up to some hope that we would find a way .
“ How can you do this to me……. No, you can’t …… I trusted you more than myself . . . “.
I held my head for some time, some one inside me, discourse started with me, which was soaked in utter self pity
“ Its all my fault, I always think on the wrong lines….”
Still she was all quiet.
University had all of sudden turned into a brutally burgled and ransacked palace, where I was the king and she was a Cleopatra, full of deceit and treachery , its was all barren and futile.
She answered my pleading with a very horrifying silence mixed with sighs, that was it, some one inside me broke all the shackles of patience and persistence, mercury of my tolerance reached to its boiling point.
In a very resolute and decisive tone I told her “ I’ll forget you one day, actually you never deserved it, such a passionate and intense love , was too much for you”.
Before I could build up my speech further, she turned around me plunged her sodden red eyes into mine, for one instance I thought that she had turned around to say that it was all joke.
She tried to say something but her words just got stuck into her throat. Tears were every where on her cheeks as if dead tulip petals were covered with morning dew. She wiped them off ….
I just couldn’t stop myself and said ,” you just can’t justify my disappointment with these tears, you have hurt me”
Finally she whispered out “ you never tried to understand me, its all always about you, what you want, what you think , what you like , is always right “. Her whispering continued “ you never tried to understand me”.
Her sudden complaints just silenced me for a while.
Then she suddenly replied, “ I’m leaving.”
I said,” I have just lost all my right to stop you, I can’t exercise my authority on you, rather I don’t have any authority, you may go.”
She took couple of steps and stopped, with out looking at me, she said ,” The relation we had was between our souls, and you can’t write it off like this” ,” I have given my soul to you long before”, “ may be physically I can’t share my life with you but you would always be with me, my soul would always bear your identity”
All of a sudden the memory of those days when we were just class fellows and we used to work in college stage plays, but how and when this all changed and we started a drama with in our lives, which eventually overtook everything.
I didn’t know why but for the first time, ever since we met, she was reluctant to look into my eyes.
She again whispered ,” You are shying away from reality”. She took a pause and continued, ” May be I can’t deliver dialogues like you but my feeling are no different from yours. I don’t why this all is happening but that’s how it is”
I almost cried , “ I don’t even need these words, save them for some other time, I doubt you might have to do this drama again.”
Suddenly she turned around, tears piled up on her eyelashes gushed out, she gazed at me and said in a very decisive tone,” even if die for you, you would find an excuse to deny that”
I replied instantly , then why didn’t you go with me. Lets leave this world, these people who have no regards for our emotions and passions.
“you mean to say that I should elope with you”, She said.
I replied,” as you take it “
“ Is there no second option “, she inquired.
No , Nothing, I wouldn’t be able to reach to you even in ten lives.
“ Why “
“ Why “, I smiled sarcastically “ why, because, my father is peon in the that same college where your father sits on the principle’s seat”
“ But we never thought like this “
“ Sarah, what you and me think, makes a very little difference to this”
She was all lost, despair and dejection was written all over her face.
“ I just can’t defeat this society, even if I work all the days and nights for rest of my life, I just can’t throw away this identity that I’m poor son of a poor peon”. “ these people are so ruthless, they just don’t acknowledge these emotions, they call it waste of time, a mere lie , a stupidity”,” lets leave everything, these people have no heart, they just can’t look beyond themselves, they’ll not acknowledge the purity and innocence of our feeling, we’ll have a world of our own, we’ll have our dreams, I’ll give you everything, all the happiness and contentment of heart, I’ll make you feel like heavens, that’s my promise ”, “ come with me”.
She sighed a very bleak “no”.
My expressions and feeling were all soaked in helplessness, I said “ I know your answer, don’t hesitate, come louder and just put out last of my hopes and tell me that you are not with me”
It was all silence for some time, she took a deep breath and spoke in very plain tone.
“ I can live in your expectancy but I can’t elope with you“.
I laughed sarcastically at myself and said ,” No , no Sarah , don’t say that “, “ come on, tell the truth that you can’t live with my poverty “.
She pleaded ,” just think of it, if I elope with you , how would my old father and young brother face this situation, they would die with this guilt and disgust, its about my family’s repute and honor”.
I said ,“But Sarah, it’s a question of our lives” .
She replied ,” I know, we make each other’s lives but I can’t do this, I can’t turn my back on my family, I just can’t”.
In a very decisive tone I told her ,” then stop claiming for my love, you are a fake, you have played with my emotions, you are a cheat, I hate you, I hate myself for loving you, for putting you ahead of everything. I hate you”, I was all weeping and screaming.
She held my arm tried to convince me,” Just cool down and think if you’re in my shoes, what would you have done”.
I said,” don’t try to fool me, just leave me alone, I don’t want to listen to any of your excuses any more”.
“ you are getting very emotional and irrational “.
“ Yes, I’m a fool ,I’m emotional, that’s why I’m ready to abandoned every thing of mine for you, had I been not sentimentally stupid I would not have loved you” , “ actually I have heart inside me, I’m not stone like you”, “ you are frail “
Suddenly Shakespeare came to my mind, he very rightly said ,” Frailty! Thy name is woman”.
I left her there and rushed to the university bus stop and took my bus. As bus went by the university football ground, it reminded me of the day when we’re sitting next to the goal post there , she was lecturing on social discrimination, she concluded that one day our university and college education would eliminate all these social evils of class and caste distinction and all the classes of the society would grow together as a one unit ,there would be a time when there would be no social prejudices creating friction among the different classes of the society , hurting the man to man relationship.
Man sitting next to me just held my shoulder and asked whether I’m feeling ok or not, as I looked at myself in the fade image of the window’s transparent glass, my eyes were all red and tears were every where on my face, I just didn’t notice it . I looked at him with very lost expression and said,” yeah, I’m all ok, just some kind of infection in the eyes, I’m ok”, he looked at me with a kind of disbelief and tried to ignore me. I just wiped off my face to make it look more normal.
Then again dismay and dejection sprouted out and took over from this little distraction and I was lost to the world which had just been looted and plundered by its very own gods. She cheated on me, she made a mockery of my love, these thoughts were resounding in my mind and there echoes were getting louder and louder, I was mesmerized under this melancholy and was held by a very profound spell of self pity, I had no one to share, I had no one to tell that what had happened to me, no shoulder to lean on to weep my grief out. What I had was Sarah, but she had deprived me of everything, all the dreams and the passion. I had nothing, I was all broke. I thought of so many things with her, I was hoping that she would change my life, the kind of inspiration I need in order to get out of this plunder of poverty and class, she would instigate me to fight out my fate. But I had never thought that fate would fight her out my life. But Know it was the reality that I have to put up with, there was no escape, but I was not interested in living,
Just like a movie trailer all the events and occasion that we shared with each other were passing through my mind and every second of this was a sharp double edge knife, cutting through my body to hurt my soul. She once said,” woman loves only once, so did I, nothing exits for me beyond you, if I can’t get you, I would rather kill myself”.
I didn’t know, she would kill herself or not but for me it was the end.

I don’t know how long it took but suddenly bus conductor called “ Gulberg1 “.
I got off the bus and walked towards my home. As I enter into the my street, the first man I encountered was Yaqoob Panwala. He looked at me and inquired,” any news, where they have gone…….”. I was all blank and wondering what he was asking about, I just kept my quiet and looked at him. He came to me and held my shoulder and said,” don’t weep, tough times are the part of life, be brave and face it, I’m with you, I’ll do what ever I can”.
I replied,” Yaqoob , my heart is broken”,” women are very frail”.
He patted on my back and I walked past him, after couple of instances I wandered and asked myself, how did he know about my break up, I know Yaqoob was a well informed. He always kept himself informed about what was happening in every house on the street but how could he know about this, I was wondering but thought its better to ignore it.
Next was Chacha Noor, who met me in the street, he came to embrace me and held me in his tight grip for a few seconds just to show his concern, as he was releasing me from his embrace he said,” don’t worry, don’t lose hope, I’m with you son, I will do what ever I can to help you”.
I was very pleased to hear words of solace from Chacha Noor. But I was still wondering how did they came to know about my break up.
I said ,” Chacha, women are very disappointing, you can’t trust them”.
He replied,” yes my son, they are the guardians of our honor and prestige, its up to them that they choose to uphold it or they ruin it”
I said in very defeated tone,” I’m falling apart”.
He said ,“ I can’t find a clue about that bastard since morning”.
I said.” Who?”
“ That rascal, Tariq, cycle mechanic”.
I looked at chaha Noor with further surprise and said,” Tariq, cycle mechanic”.
He said,” Yes, Tariq, cycle mechanic”, his wreath was further aggravated, he continues,” I’m sure he has done this”.
I just wandered about what he was talking about, I thought he was trying to console me over my tragedy, but he was talking about something else, some stupid issue of street politics. He was BCC of our street, he had always kept himself busy with these nonsense gossips.
I moved forward and lethargically climbed up the stairs to get to the second storey where my mother was standing with Niaz tailor, who lives on the third floor, as they saw me coming up stairs, Niaz looked at me and with out saying anything went down stairs.
I looked at my mother, she was some what weeping but I ignored her and with out saying anything headed to my room, I just wanted to lock my room to weep my anger out, I wanted to further cement my decision to commit suicide, all I needed was solitude.
Before I Had entered my room she called me,” You father had a heart attack”.
I just sat on the chair and which was next to the door of my room. I kept my quiet, her tears started to fall down more frequently as she shouted at me,” what face you would show up to the people”.
I said,” what happened, heart attacked isn’t a sin, it isn’t meant only for the rich, poor can also enjoy this, what goes of any one father, why will they object on us”.
She stared at me with a wonder in her eyes, and asked me,” where were you since morning, where are you coming from?”
I replied in a very plain tone,” university”.
Once again tears started to fall from her eyes, she said,” it means, you know nothing”.
In a very indifferent way, I said,” now what the hell has happened”
Her eyes were gushing with tears as she dropped skies on me,” Nazia has eloped with Tariq cycle mechanic”.
“My sister has eloped with Tariq”, I screamed and It seemed as if sky would fell down with the intensity of it, but nothing happened, but soon I realized that I couldn’t scream. It seemed as if everything, walls, doors, windows, floor, roof, sky, street, sarah, her old father and young brother, that veranda pillar, university lawns, everything was shouting at me,” Your sister has eloped”.


( kindly ignore typing errors, if there are any )