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Title: "The Last Bell": Written By: S. Hamza Faraz

The script 'The Last Bell' follows a student reflecting on his memories as he walks through an empty school, evoking nostalgia and the bittersweet nature of farewells. He recalls moments with friends and teachers, highlighting the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The narrative culminates in a poetic expression of sorrow and acceptance of life's transient moments.

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Title: "The Last Bell": Written By: S. Hamza Faraz

The script 'The Last Bell' follows a student reflecting on his memories as he walks through an empty school, evoking nostalgia and the bittersweet nature of farewells. He recalls moments with friends and teachers, highlighting the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The narrative culminates in a poetic expression of sorrow and acceptance of life's transient moments.

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TITLE:

“THE LAST BELL”


WRITTEN BY: S. HAMZA FARAZ
FADE IN:

(A school stands quiet, bathed in the golden glow of the setting


sun. Shadows stretch across the empty playground. A lone figure
walks across the deserted ground, his footsteps soft against the
pavement. His gaze drifts to the distant classrooms, and a faint
smile tugs at his lips as memories stir within him.)

(The figure, a student, pauses, rewinds moments in his mind, and


then resumes walking. He heads toward the stairs, each step
echoing in the silence.)

CUT TO:

(The student enters the staff room. Sunlight filters through the
windows, painting the floor in golden patterns. The air feels
thick with the absence of familiar chatter. He approaches the
old computer, the monitor coated in a thin layer of dust. His
fingers hover momentarily before he begins to type.)

[SFX: Keyboard clicking softly]

(On the screen, he types: "tasveer". The video loads, and the
music begins to play—a haunting melody that resonates through
the empty room. The camera slowly pulls away from the boy,
leaving him bathed in the soft glow of the screen.)

CUT TO:

(A slow-motion sequence begins, capturing glimpses of five empty


classrooms. Each one holds a different memory, frozen in time:)

1. Junior 5 classroom – Chairs scattered in disarray, papers


left abandoned.
2. Senior 1 classroom – Sunlight streams through the cracked
blinds, illuminating scribbles on the board.
3. Senior 3 classrooms – Two rooms side by side, both filled
with overturned chairs and silent echoes of laughter.
4. The present classroom – The familiar desks, though now
untouched, seem to hum with recent memories.

(In each room, the furniture appears mixed and unorganized—like


remnants of a time once vivid, now blurred.)

CUT TO:
(The student steps into the hallway. His eyes widen as he sees a
younger version of himself sitting at a desk, engrossed in a
textbook. The younger boy looks up, meeting his gaze. He smiles—
a soft, knowing smile—as if acknowledging the fleeting nature of
the moment.)

(The student takes a step forward, wanting to say something, but


before he can, his younger self vanishes in the blink of an eye,
leaving behind only the faint warmth of recognition.)

CUT TO:

(The camera shifts to a wide, still shot of the school ground.


The student stands at the edge of the corridor, looking toward
the canteen. His eyes soften as he recalls the past:)

(Flashback: He and his friends jostling in line, laughing and


arguing over who should stand first. The air was once filled
with playful shouts and carefree joy.)

(The memory fades. The present returns. The student smiles


faintly and turns away.)

CUT TO:

(He takes a few steps forward when suddenly, faint voices call
his name. He stops, listening. In his mind, he sees himself in
the old school uniform, sitting among friends. They wave at him,
their faces bright with excitement. The student moves toward
them, but just as he does, the scene dissolves into empty air.)

(The hallway returns to silence. He stands there for a moment,


lost between the past and the present. Then, with a resigned
smile, he walks away.)

FADE OUT.

[SFX: The fading notes of "tasveer" echo softly in the


background.]

The End.
The character starts narrating:

“kash mai sach mai who paal wapis se ji sakta five


class mai kabhi socha nahi tha ke eik din is school ka
akhri din bhi hoga ,kabhi socha nahi tha ke hamare
teacher ,dost or baqi sab jin se hum in pyare saalon
mai mile unko alwida khena ka waqt bhi aiga, kabhi
socha nahi tha ke jo mere sath in pyare saaloon mai
baith ta tha who ab kisi aur ki sath baithe ga , main
soch ta hun who din wapis ajai jab humne ye kabhi socha
hi nahi tha”

Poetry :

“Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya


Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya

Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya


…Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai

Yeh jo gehre sannate hain


Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai”
THE END

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