Flashback to the last ride

20 days ago

7th July 2025
It was last day of our degree. In the day time, we had a graduation ceremony with black caps and black gowns. In night, dinner was destined at E-11 Basti Restaurant.

Whole day, it rained heavily. Rain on graduation day added so much to memory of graduation.

I can recall each little moment that occurred that day. Memories of having cake together and capturing photos of the last day are coming like flashback movie in my mind.
I can easily recall how I was running back to my hostel to change my dress for the dinner and I was accompained by my best friend Jawad. While going back to hostel I was allowing him to go to bus stop because I was worried that may be due to me he might have missed the bus. But he denied to go back and he was affirmed that he will be with me no matter what!
These type of little efforts always Make My heart fell into my stomach for my friends. He didn't go back in fact he was waiting and standing outside for me.

In brief minutes I took shower and changed my dress. Although this dress was not suiting me really well and I was not confident after wearing this colour. But I had to be your because I kept this dress for my last dinner. I was almost drenched into sweat and I wanted to go back home I was not feeling good but I could not escape the situation.

Everyone was trying to capture each little moment of the day because they knew that this particular day was last get together of all 69 people of class.

I don't know what type of gloominess was blooming inside me. But it was there in my heart. although I was confirmed that many of us would be here in this university but a doubt was still lingering in my heart. These feelings were prominent on my face. At some moment my heart was assuring me that don't worry everything will be fine but at the next moment I was confused about next phase of my life.

This restaurant gives a vibe of old village in Pakistani society. I remember that time when Pakistani society used to be very moderate and their use to be clay houses but now time has changed everything. Every other person is trying to captivate wealth and having materialistic approaches towards life. The rawness and naturalness of life is fading away.

I captured some photos of my fellows specially of Jawad. Actually it's privilege of having a good camera quality mobile because everyone request you to take their picture.

By the way moon was looking handsome that day. Can you find that intended meaning behind moon? Maybe I am referring to some other person behind the metaphorical symbol of moon.

Everyone has your own life and has their own direction. See at the time when we were having dinner some people were praying to Allah Almighty.

Dinner was served and we enjoyed it. Sorry, I missed to take some clicks of dinner actually I was so much engaged in the moment that I forgot to take pictures or use mobile phone. Well, I think it's good.

There are many moments that left unapaptured but I have those moments in my memory. So many people cried that night. After dinner we went to Chai Mahfil restaurant to have Tea Party together. Over there some musicians were playing qawwali that is known as Sufi Music(famous in Southeast Asian countries). Their Qawwali music moved many of us. We cried by having flashback memories of past four years.
Then while going back university, on bus, we all stood up, one by one, and shared our thoughts about last four years. Everything was moving and it was like Last Ride.