Not The Whole Truth: My Life and Times In Murree I went to the officer’s mess of the divisional headquarters. Sure enough, one of the PMA cadets I had known was posted as a captain there. He gave us a room but I was alarmed to find that he did not believe I was really married.
He was too polite say this in so many words but I guessed that he thought I had brought a girlfriend. After dinner, which we had in our own room, I went to him to tell him that I would leave in morning. He invited me for a drink which I refused.
His indulgence in whisky somehow convinced me that he might try to force himself into our room. I told Hana too and she was frightened. We kept awake listening to sounds, suspecting noises even if these were animals struggling to escape the deep snow, and preparing to fight anyone who forced the door.
Nothing happened and the morning found us safe and sound but exhausted. We should have been feeling foolish but we did not. I paid my bill immediately and we left after breakfast.
We were now cured of adventure and turned the Suzuki towards Pindi. I was to go to England in March and we had to go to Lahore to say goodbye to Hana’s family. We reached and had dinner with Uncle Tajuddin and Naseema Khala.
Then we went to our room and, when we went down for breakfast, we were told that Uncle Tajuddin was ill. I found him in pain and the doctor was sent for. The family went for some function in Aitchison and I sat with him.
He talked to me when he felt better and pre.