Speed-breakers
I have been thinking of resuming writing for quite some time now and today I finally mustered up the courage to visit the 'create post' page of my blog. I feel a certain anxiety knocking down my senses at the moment. Writing used to come so naturally once and now it comes with effort. What is good about it is that it is still has not abandoned me altogether. Like old friends, who have all gone about their ways, it still, at times, comes back and reminds me of the connection we once shared. All good things eventually come to an end - I just hope that does not happen with me and writing, at least not until this transient life comes to an end... What prompted me to write down this post after such a long time is my recent meeting with one of my teachers, with whom I had absolutely lost contact during the last five years. Life is very demanding. Its phases, very complicated. The responsibilities it encumbers us with, endless... زندگی تیرے تعاقب میں یہ لوگ اتنا چلتے ہی...
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Someone else did it bhaee... I just found it on the net a long time back.
But somehow, I've begin to realize that our sighs rather indicate that our helplessness. And I can't say that we're helpless, not anymore. We can atleast put lil efforts in big passions. Ermm?:)
It is just that at times you feel so disillusioned by all that is going on around. But there are many rays of hope too. The day I posted it, I was feeling so bad about everything. And then someone said something very profound about our present condition which comforted me a great deal :)
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