Once there was a time...
Mr.Afzal was crying out loud. Once there was a time when my eleven boys were here. They used to talk to me. I adored them more than myself. When my wife passed away I felt lonesome. I grew up with all my eleven sons without any support. Every day, I used to think that when my beloved sons will grow up they will be my supporters. I knew my boys cannot get a favorable education here in the village. Knowing this I sent all my sons to the city. So they can get an adequate education. At that moment I don't realize what am I doing? As time passes, they all got an outstanding job but not here in the village. one after another they all settled in the city. They all left me alone. I stopped them a lot but alas. My tears couldn't stop them. What could I do? I am aging day by day. I cannot even walk on my own. I always have to take support to walk. Mr. Afzal began to cry again. My eyes were flooded with tears. Later, they all shifted to the city. I felt so lonely. But what could I do? Te...