Assalam o Alikum Everyone 😇
I hope you're good and life is treating you well.
I
am not an ardent writer but I believe in the saying that
No one knows everything but everyone knows something.
Choosing a topic for my
blog is something I struggled with deeply 😬 because so many things happen in my
life that it becomes difficult to filter the type of content I want to share
with you, the readers.
I do not know
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| Somehow, My Hand Finds Its Way In Best Backgrounds |
During
the week, I went to Muzaffarabad; a place where I spent a part of my childhood
and completed my secondary and intermediate education.
However, I wasn’t very
attached to the city.
I guess this got to do with the fact that I shifted to
Islamabad later where I was extremely comfortable or perhaps it was because of
the innate human nature to always resist change and avoid new experiences.
I
intentionally never wanted to like the city even though Muzaffarabad never did
anything to cause my disappointment.
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| Euphoria |
I
still remember how I always wanted my family to shift to Islamabad (from
Muzaffarabad) and just when we finally managed to change our house and move to
the capital, I began to feel homesick.
Homesick
of all the memories I had gathered during our brief stay and just when these
feelings were getting the best of me, I realized that I’ve already experienced
this feeling before and that was when I shifted from Kotli(Great memories are associated with this place).
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| Time Flies |
It
then dawned on me that the first thing getting into our minds is always the
negative aspect. How we, being humans immediately resort to the bad, scary,
atrocious and horrible memories even when we can choose to absorb good ones but NO, as human it is our nature that we cannot really ignore the things
that hurt us in one way or the other.
So
here I was (again) in Islamabad, missing Muzaffarabad, thinking about how
beautiful, simple and peaceful was the life I spent there.
I knew each and
every nook and corner of the city, where I knew people and where it all seemed
easy peazy, lemon squeezy but yes, I took it all for granted, No?
Here is the video of how it rained continuously that night when I reached
there and it continued the next day.
I watched how the leaves boasted their
rich and dark green colors. I watched how the mountains nourished, the ground
flourished and smiles cherished all around.
All the emotions swept me and I so
desperately wished to jump out of the car and allow the rain to wash away my
worries, my troubles, my problems and my sorrows.
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| Desires |
At that moment I realized how a girl from one of the busiest cities in the country felt being in a place like Kashmir.
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Black & White
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Rather
I was a little girl who just wanted to have some fun.
I was a girl who had
wanted to just envelope the serenity around her and giggle, run and watch her
shoes get filled with rain.
I wanted to be able to escape reality even for a
bit and immerse myself in the scene.
At that very moment, Muzaffarabad became
my lifeline, controlling the rhythm of my heartbeat and monitoring my breathing
pattern.
I
conclude that the time is seldom in our favor.
There is no such thing as a good
or bad time. It is our own perspective that governs everything around us.
We
allow ourselves to build a defensive wall around us and shut everyone off that
we forget that it is the little things in life that make it worth living.
Life
is not meant to be lived alone, or chasing some wild dream that have very
little chances of turning into a reality.
Enjoy what you have because when that
something goes away, you will never be able to grasp it even if you really
tried.
Over and Out.
Over and Out.
With love💓
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