Those were the last cold days of December 1987. I had come to Sialkot to attend the annual function of my family on 25th of December from Karachi. In Karachi I was living with my uncle's family. When we reached Sialkot, I read an article in the National Urdu Newspaper about Japan.
The article was about the Japanese children, wishing and awaiting friendship with the children of other countries of the world. At the end of the article, the address was printed.
ASSOCIATION OF PEN FRIEND CLUBS OF JAPAN
Hongo P. O. Box No. 100
Bunkyoku Tokyo 113 - 91 JAPAN
That was an exclusive concept for me to have a friend in the unknown areas of the other countries. I was a teenager student then. I read the article twice or thrice and kept the newspaper with me very carefully.
After the function of the family, on third or fourth day, we went back to Karachi. 1988 was started. One day I discussed it with my uncle. I think I had showed the newspaper to him. But I am not sure of that.
I wanted to get the permission to work on it. He permitted me with open heart. I wrote a letter in my wrong and incorrect English to the association and gave it to him to post. I had no money for postage on those days. My uncle posted it and I started to wait.
Unfortunately I could not clear the entry test for Institute of Business Administration, University of Karachi. My uncle tried for many other institutions, but did not succeed. It was not written in my fate. And I came back to Sialkot very frustrated. I was much ashamed. I could not face my parents, so I came to my grand parent's home. With the efforts of my mother's brother, I entered to the Government Jinnah Islamia College.
On a very pleasant afternoon of March, when I came from my college, a letter was waiting for me. That was my first link with Japan.
The Association gifted me some very nice, sincere and good friends. They were absolutely God's gift on Earth for me.
Sayuri Tashiro of Kawasaki city is one of them. She wrote me first of all my friends. Her first letter had come to my uncle's address at Karachi. And he sent it to me at Sialkot. Basically I am a shy person and not so confident and social guy. That was very strange and surprising for me. A beautiful girl of mine age had written a letter to me. My English was very poor. So I read it with the help of dictionary.
In 1988, she was the student of private high school. Our hobbies were same. She also liked reading books especially detective novels. She sent me the photograph of her dog, Rockey.
I wrote a page as a reply. After writing, when I read it. I did not satisfy. So I torn it. Then I wrote another. Unsatisfied, torn again. After trying several times, I completed the answer and sent to her.
She replied me soon. What a good time that was; We shared a lot with each other. Our likes and dislikes, our family back ground and many more. She was worried about me because of Iran-Iraq war's influence on Pakistan. She also told me about the HINA - MATURI ( The traditional Doll's Festival, which is celebrated on 3rd of March in Japan.)
Her father had given the name Sayuri Tashiro, meaning the small Lilly to her on the seventh evening of the birth in a naming party.
She was very fond of climbing. She climbed mount YATUGATAKE, KITA-DAKE, JYONEN-DAKE,YARIGATAKE and many other mountain peaks. She also climbed HODAKA, which is 3rd highest in Japan.
In September 1988, one day I was in my college library, when I read about the death of Hiro Hito, the emperor of Japan. I purchased a copy of English newspaper. Cut the news and sent it to her with my condolence.
She worked part time in a theater during her university life. She wanted to be the interpreter in future. She lived in Osaka, Kyoto, Tokyo and Kawasaki. I received her last letter, when she was planing to climb the 3180 meter high mount YARI.
In few months , the association introduced me many pen pals. Both male and female.
Harumi Fujimoto had a special quality of knowing Urdu ( my national language ). That was because of her Pakistani acquaintances in Japan. That should be good thing. But she was disappointed by their character. She wrote me about them. But she was very good to me. She had a tender heart. She did not want to speak ill of them because of me. I felt her sorrow very deeply.
Kimiko Kasuya, Chie Gyotoku and Masatomo Tanimoto were introduced to me with the reference of Mari Yamagishi. Chie Gyotoku, once sent me a musical birth day card, which played till 2010, about more than 20 years. It seams impossible, but it is true. Masatomo Tanimoto was preparing for the employment test for Hitachi in 1990, when there were Typhoon in Hiroshima. Shunya Ito , who planed to go to China for study.
He went to Beijing Language Institute and came back to Tokyo in 1992. He was afraid of a large number of Arabians coming to Tokyo. Ryoko Imai of Izumi College, who liked detective stories and stories of adventure.
The list goes on....................
Although the Past seems good to every one, but my Past was really marvelous. Once I thought what good was done by me that such nice friends were given to me. And now I think what wrong was done by me that my friends are now away from me. No doubt the World has been changed into the global village. I have searched them everywhere, but did not find them.
When Tsunami came in Japan, I was very much disturbed. I was worried about the safety of them.
Today I don't know where they are? But I still remember them. I want to refresh our friendship. I know it 's almost impossible to find them. But I am still searching them.
Google AdSense Host API
We may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
Conversion Tracking Pixels
We may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
Author Google Analytics
Amazon Tracking Pixel