Not by itself

JUN 16, 2024

BY NR.BALOCH
The view of the evening setting from the balcony fascinated everyone who came here. Was it the effect of the dark evening or the fading of the sun setting on the horizon that was developing uneasiness in me?
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I was becoming more and more anxious because of the dismal evening and the way the sun was lowering in the sky. It was me who once created a beautiful reflection in this setting. If it’s not an illusion, then the sun, sky, flowers, and rain would not be real, in my opinion.
For hours, my fingertips formed a seal around the cup of tea, causing it to become stagnant or impossible to assess how I was feeling. It seemed that I was sitting in my thoughts and holding the cup of tea while gazing outside. As if all of his thoughts had faltered, the phone in his lap began to ring. To his surprise, there was a message from an unknown number on the phone—but was it truly unknown? The past pounded on the threshold of my memory once more, and this familiar number, which was similar to one two three, caused the windows of my mind to open the old door.
the rate of breathing, the cacophonous rhythmic dance, the quivering fingers, the quivering heart! The cup’s sneeze struck my ears and rebounded, bringing that face to mind together with the happy, old, but lovely life it was leading. At that time, the pleasant days of the past were playing out in front of my eyes like a movie. This is how it happened: night fell on my courtyard all of a sudden, and my heart started to dream. I turned to face the flowers, which were being touched by the faint sun’s rays.They were flying in a circle, heading back to their houses. You should, as I mentioned, return to your own happiness. I once read that one should live one’s life for the happiness of others, but first and foremost, one must live for oneself. The stream of self knew that my heart was barren, that the spirit that was concealed inside of me was now attempting to fulfill its aspirations, that life had promised to be a life worth living, that it would show me how to achieve my goals, and that it had now returned to him. Greetings,
However!
Did time stay still where I and he had stopped the previous time? In this center, there was some sort of revenge, but what?
There was a peculiar tightness around my heart; something horrible had occurred!
Yes, those were the chains of obligation that had burdened me; even when I gained independence, I felt like I was in a cage. Since when could one be a bad responsibility as a result of responsibility? the choice had already been made.
Since many believe that blank paper is poisonous, the response to this message should have been left blank. Although I deleted the original message, the one that remained should have stayed the same.
My heart was broken and dying.

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Furthermore, the deceased do not resurrect in this life, do they?