Five minutes, it sounds like a wee amount. But you know what it covers three hundred seconds.

Do you know the name of your news paper hawker who delivers the up-to-date paper every day without being late. Give him your five minutes, it doesn’t do much, but he feels an equal respect for himself too as he does for yourself.

Traffic rules are maybe different in some parts of the world, but the duty criteria of traffic Constable is the same. He has to stand alert during his working hours regardless of any national or personal event or celebration and unpredictable weather. Can’t we say him a Hello! With smile. It doesn’t take much of our efforts,but refreshes his face.

Have you ever stopped by at the stalls of street vendors. They sell little goods on cheap rates. They are so diligent. Never stretch their hand for help, but only to give you a purchase you have just made. They need the respect due on us. Buy their goods no matter you need or not,but to give them respect. Spending little at their stalls won’t make you poor and they also won’t become rich, but your little purchase gives them a mirth worth meaning.

Beautiful people who serve us in restaurants deserve our affability as our friends do. Your tip doesn’t make you someone out of the world. They want your geniality. Talk to them in friendly manner, tap their shoulder when they bring your order would make their day.

Your five minutes would bring tranquillity for your seething soul.

There are so much to discuss,but every discourse ends on five minutes.

Think about it!!!

(Thanks for your time You spend reading my words)

It’s really hard to remember when I was on time especially when it comes to my academic routine.

My Ammi (mother) knows me well that’s why for the journey of my literary affairs she selected school in evening shift. I completed my middle education from there.

But for secondary school certificate I had to take admission in morning shift school, because there was no other way to quench my literacy thirst.

It took two years to attain secondary school certificate. My teachers yearned for myself to be on time, but the most obstinate student didn’t please their waiting eyes.

Then I entered in college (no need to mention morning shift). I spent four years for bachelor’s degree. Forty two months of my degree endured my stubborn nature.

My Ammi would admonish me every now and then. She advised me to come on the right way. She told me I would be in trouble because of my tardiness, but I didn’t pay ear to her golden words,because nature had decided a different trail for teaching me the importance of punctuality.

It was a sunny morning. (Here I need to mention that sunny days in Pakistan are so scorching). So I reached my college late as usual.

Principal welcomed me and some more late comers with certain punishment. We had to stand in the ground for at least 25 minutes. Few students succeeded in making flawless escape. But habitual late comers were busy in paying unintentionally standing ovation to multiple plants and flowers.

When I entered in my class so it was almost thirty minutes of my standing ovation. I just managed to sit when we got a notice that,”today’s classes are cancelled owing to the strike call. Students may go to their homes back.”

Then all of the students stood up. Then the abaya* I just furled I wore once again.

On road there was a ORGANIZED chaos. Tyres were burning amidst of the road. Some motorbikes and other public property was vandalized. Mobsters in a mob threatening pedestrians with their guns.

On my way to home I had two choices whether to continue on road or turned into the street. My two friends were with me. One of them pulling me to go with her on road while other was insisting to move into the street. After a long pull and take later one won.

I walked my home. When I got home it was approximately one hour I didn’t sit.

My Ammi was pleased rather worried.

Why she was pleased?

Because I told her my punishment story. She reminded me all of the lessons and piece of advices she used to give me on punctuality which I always ignored.

After that unforgettable day I don’t remember a time when I am not on time.

I learned that lesson of punctuality so far.

But it’s better to learn late than be ignorant all the time.

*a loose outer garment women wear to cover themselves when they go outside.

My eyesight is good enough than why I can’t see this reality? I asked

Really you can’t see? She was astonished.

Yes, my listening capability is not good,but it’s never bothered me. I just can’t understand why my vision is blur.

It sounds really painful. She sighed

Please help me out it’ll bring about a real problem. I begged

Let me think. Inshallah I’ll get a solution to this problem. She assured me.

After a while she came with result.

“I mulled over the dismaying condition of yours. And I came to know that, your vision is strictly blocked by your I. If you want to see the reality, you have to break your I. After breaking it your eye regain it’s power.”

So,my dear;

Break your “I” for the brightness of your “eye”.

When you break I, reality becomes visible to your eye.