Well I never disliked anyone in my life and I when I did I made sure the person felt I can never hide my emotions and somehow according to a lot of people that is a sign of weakness which I somehow don't seem to believe !!! I mean spread the love and if u can't then don't give false notions about it!!!!.... Hmm well coming back to what I actually thought!!!... Well hmm so it goes this way when I was young I had gone to SANA it's a clothing store and there my dad was buying some stuff when I went off in my own direction and ended up in the lingerie section (don't ask how but somehow I always ended up there) now the details are hazy in my head cos it was such a long time ago!! And there I saw this Pakistani guy who was looking around and when he saw he asked "r u lost??"... I said "my dads around ".That's when he held my hand and started rubbing himself against me … I never told this story to anyone and I was shocked like hell and with all the energy I could muster up I punched him where it really hurts and ran and eventually found my dad and by the time my dad understood and started chasing him he was long gone!!!!!Well it was such a long time ago,that I had forgotten and have no such hate for any Pakistanis as such… Actually I always thought they were a part of us cos I never realized how much they are hated by Indians until I went to India and actually saw the amount of hatred people have against them and even though living in India I just couldn't find myself to hate them or u know share the feelings shared my countrymen ( though during an INDO-PAK match I was all the Indian I could be) …. The thing is well this story is not about the INDO-PAK relations or that damn bus … It's about me and the cookie box …. From the time I was kid I can never forget Mushtaq uncle I think there is not a time that I am home and he hasn't come to see me … a very religious man he has a mark on his
forehead which is due the many times he bends down to pray everyday touching his forehead on the ground...... and his son who was pretty young chap donated one of his kidneys to save his uncle not even his father….. I know that there are some huge sacrifices done by others but some how this is one of the biggest one I have seen and to me the way he has taught his son to be man shows what a great human being he is …. Mushtaq uncle is Pakistani by the way and he's like a shorter version of Santa Claus … Now u must be wondering where the hell the cookie box fits in!!! Well every time he comes home he gets a cookie box. And I love them only when he gets them every vacation I have been home I used to look forward to his visits!!!! and this time when I reached home I told mom that he's gonna come and gonna get cookies andmy mom was like you should grow up and I was like no he's gonna get it and he did and I made of rubbing it into my moms face I told her hahahahah … and ate the whole box even though my mom was not very happy about that fact.... And "The Hug" oh my god its one of the warmest hugs on earth even when I had gone meet him after he was admitted in a hospital he didn't shy from giving one his bear hugs ….I just love every thing about him ….. So why do I mention about him and the cookie box today well yesterday he called me and u know I have been in Kuwait for sometime alone and he called and the first thing he asked was did u eat dinner ???….I mean that was not only touching for the fact that it was Mushtaq Uncle but the fact that even though there are so many friends of my dad he was the only one who called and asked if I needed anything at all I could just call him ….that means more tome than anything else … more than a persons nationality …!!!!
forehead which is due the many times he bends down to pray everyday touching his forehead on the ground...... and his son who was pretty young chap donated one of his kidneys to save his uncle not even his father….. I know that there are some huge sacrifices done by others but some how this is one of the biggest one I have seen and to me the way he has taught his son to be man shows what a great human being he is …. Mushtaq uncle is Pakistani by the way and he's like a shorter version of Santa Claus … Now u must be wondering where the hell the cookie box fits in!!! Well every time he comes home he gets a cookie box. And I love them only when he gets them every vacation I have been home I used to look forward to his visits!!!! and this time when I reached home I told mom that he's gonna come and gonna get cookies andmy mom was like you should grow up and I was like no he's gonna get it and he did and I made of rubbing it into my moms face I told her hahahahah … and ate the whole box even though my mom was not very happy about that fact.... And "The Hug" oh my god its one of the warmest hugs on earth even when I had gone meet him after he was admitted in a hospital he didn't shy from giving one his bear hugs ….I just love every thing about him ….. So why do I mention about him and the cookie box today well yesterday he called me and u know I have been in Kuwait for sometime alone and he called and the first thing he asked was did u eat dinner ???….I mean that was not only touching for the fact that it was Mushtaq Uncle but the fact that even though there are so many friends of my dad he was the only one who called and asked if I needed anything at all I could just call him ….that means more tome than anything else … more than a persons nationality …!!!!
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