So here comes the mood swing of the age. It is normal. Relax.
Be more than happy or be more than sad. This is what Rubab
needs. But this is not realty, is it?
Happiness is only happiness, not extra
and sadness only sadness, not more than sadness. And the tragedy is most of the
time we are stuck between, not more than happiness and more than sadness, but
between happiness and sadness.
Isn’t it a tragedy?
And the tragedy which makes it remarkable is that nobody considers it a
tragedy. And the tragedy which seasons this tragedy with even more bitterness
is those nobodies include our loved ones only-those loved ones with whom we
want to share our tragedy.
So here she goes.
Rubab had the tragedy. And she shared. She shared with the
one who once had dreamt her. Was he her true love? He was the one who promised
to share her life. And life does not include happiness or tragedies only. It also
includes most part of our life that hangs between the two. So she could share. And
she shared the tragedy with the dreamer. And she said:
“We call a day, a day
But there is a part of time between the two
We do not recognize.”
And he said, “No, it is night time. Can’t you see the clear
black sky?”
He was right sky was blacker than black.
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