The Summer I Bought My First Laptop

The summer break had just begun at our med school. The campus was buzzing with students rushing to catch their buses and trains home. In the middle of all the goodbyes, I left without hugging my best friend, Umar. I don’t know why—it wasn’t intentional, but as soon as I reached home, my phone buzzed.

“Oh, so this is your love? You didn’t even tell me you were going home,” Umar’s message read.

I could almost hear the mock annoyance in his voice. Smiling, I replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll be in Peshawar soon. We’ll meet there.”

He wrote back instantly. “That’ll be amazing.”

Beside meeting him I also had another mean—I was finally going to buy the first laptop of my life, and I wanted him by my side to help me choose it.

July 2 — Peshawar

The city greeted me with its usual chaos—rickshaws honking, shopkeepers calling out, the scent of freshly baked naan floating in the warm air. I met Umar at our usual spot, and without wasting time, we began the hunt for the perfect laptop .In way asked him about his crush and he felt disappointed dua to a little mishappening. I boosted him and told him that its just the start and by reaching to the flower you must pass the thorns. we continued our journey towords gul haji plaza for laptop.

Shop after shop, we compared screens, specifications, and prices. We discussed the speed of processors like it was a matter of life and death. At last, we found the one—sleek, silver, and exactly within my budget. But here’s where things went wrong.

We had earlier promised another shopkeeper we’d buy from him, but decided on this one instead. When we told him we’d changed our minds, his face turned red with anger. He muttered under his breath, shaking his head as we walked away. I could feel the weight of his glare following us down the street.

Lunch at Shinwari

We let the incident slide and headed to the famous Shinwari restaurant. The aroma of sizzling meat filled the air as we sat down to share a plate of freshly cooked pulao stuffed with meet . Umar cracked jokes, and I couldn’t help but think how much I had missed this—our easy conversations, our shared silences.

After lunch, we went to buy OT scrubs for the upcoming semester. Umar insisted on choosing a gray pair for me, saying it made me “look like a serious surgeon already.”

The Invitation

As we walked back, carrying our purchases, Umar turned to me and said,

“You should stay at my place tonight. Go home tomorrow morning.”

I hesitated—it would be the first night I’d ever spend away from home. But something in his tone made me agree. In the way coming back we had the sugarcane juice and the roamed in the saddar bazar to buy earpods but we bought non hhhh.

That night, we sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, the new laptop glowing between us. We watched random videos, laughed at stupid memes, and talked about everything from our childhood dreams to our fears about the future. The city outside went quiet, but our room was alive with stories and laughter.

It was simple, but to me, it felt unforgettable.

The Morning After

At sunrise, Umar walked with me to the car lounge. We stood there for a moment, not saying much, knowing that in a few weeks, med school would pull us back into its hectic routine.

As my car pulled away, I saw him wave, his figure growing smaller in the rearview mirror. I glanced down at the laptop bag on my lap—it wasn’t just my first laptop. It was a reminder of a day spent with a friend who turned an ordinary errand into a memory I’d never forget.

…… now a month passed by but still I miss him very much!