Owais Mughal
jaanwar, aadmi, farishta, khuda
aadmi ki haiN seNkRoN qismeN
This is a story about common people of our society. I have deliberately used the word ‘Common’ in a worldly materialistic sense as the main characters of this story were neither famous, nor very educated. They were not rich either. Still they affected the lives of people around them. Sometimes in a subtle way and sometimes in a stong way.

Salim Autos was a small spare parts shop. It was located on the ground floor of an apartmet building in Block 16 of Federal-B-Area. I am using past tense here because I don’t know if the business is still there or not. I used to bring my motorcycle there in early 1990s for repairs and oil change.
The owner of Salim Autos was called Mr. Salim. I guess, no surprises there. Salim had sub-contracted the government owned side-walk infront of his shop to a mechanic named Munoo. There was an unsaid and untold synergy between the two. Whenever Munoo was doing repairs, he recommended parts from Salim Autos to the motorcycle owner. This way both benefited from eachother.



























































