The real form of love, From childhood to adulthood.

What is the reality of love?

In light of my own life experiences.

By:Kashif Arshad Ali

Before writing the story, I would like to know from my readers that if they want, I can write it in detail because it is a long story containing one breath and I can write some aspects of it with feeling, but even in this writing. I will try to explain enough.

My name is Kashif, I am a resident of Lahore, a city in Pakistan.Now i am live in new York. And at present I am working as a marketing manager with a newspaper.

Our city Lahore is one of the most beautiful cities in the world and our country Pakistan is rich with all the blessings given by nature. If I come to describe this, my life and my breath are also less. Four types of seasons in Pakistan. There is a canal system, beautiful gardens, tall mountains like K2, salt mines, mountain range and much more. My current topic is not that I would like to write about the reality of love.

Before telling this story, The real form of love،

A brief introduction of your city and your country means that every country has its own culture.

Maybe this story is different for some people. But it will be almost similar in many Asian countries especially India and Bangladesh.

Now I begin:

I belong to a middle class family. When I was born, my father lived with my uncle’s brothers in a house given by my grandfather.

There was a time when all of us siblings and our cousins ​​used to live together and used to play together and study together.

The period of that time was very good. People respected the elders and loved the younger ones. The teacher had a position and the student knew what the teacher was. Parents used to keep the hands of compassion on the heads of the children and the children saw the happiness of the whole time in their parents.

Long story short, the pleasures and honors of that time are not found far and wide in today’s era.

First mention the world or what love speaks of, even though I understand love as something else.

The real form of love

Love with a girl. The pleasures of this relationship, what is it like to live in it and what has to be done.

My love story started when I was a student of 8th standard and I was about twelve years old.
As usual, I used to get ready for school every morning and leave for school. Then I didn’t know anything about going to class, studying normally, sometimes beating the teacher, sometimes getting good grades from them, sometimes asking for prayers from them.

One day when I got ready to go to school, I had a strange feeling in my heart. May there be a beautiful fruit from heaven. I couldn’t understand what was going on, what all these prophecies were about to happen. Well, I left for school.

Sorry……to be continue..

Note please.(I will write it again in the same post from where I left this story. Yes, when I put this story in another new post, I will inform my Reader.)