It was a cold night of December. I was on vacations in my native village, located between lofty mountains in the Gilgit – Baltistan region. There was no electricity. The entire village was engulfed in darkness. In the mountains darkness falls very soon.
My pocket buzzed, announcing the arrival of an SMS, while I was going home after roaming around the village with some friends. I could not dare to take my mobile out and read the message. It was too cold.
Once at home I read the message and was shocked. “Benazir Bhutto has been killed in Rawalpindi”, the sender had written.
I read out the message to my father. He could not believe the news. He went into his room and brought out the radio transistor to confirm it. After confirming the news from different radio stations, I could see him getting really tense. He did not eat properly that night. My mother was also shocked. She has probably never voted for the PPP candidates in her entire life but she did not hesitate ever to show her fondness for Benazir Bhutto.
That night I could hear my father tuning different radio stations on the transistor, as if desperately trying to hear some good news about Benazir’s life. It made me wonder about the impact that Bhutto family had left on our far flung areas.
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