The day was bright and warm. It was not windy outside. He could not remember anything from the last day because there was nothing unusual. Same work, same desperation of restlessness and a walk of hope which ended up on the same tone of Nasir kazmi’s verses
‘’Whom you are searching for in these streets
let’s go home, the day has almost gone’’
He always believed every previous day can be remembered in a moment , even years can be a moment as his last year was nothing except a moment in which he moved to the land of fire and snow from the other world. There was nothing more that he will remember about that year in his future life if he would have ever. Nowadays he was worried about the present year. For what he will remember this year? there was not even a moment worth remembering. Will this year be nothing but a huge gap between two moments worth remembering? At very least a happy man should be able to remember a previous year in at least a moment. At the start of every year, It was his routine to find at least a moment in his previous year if something worth remembering happened in the last year?. The procedure was simple, he just had to close his eyes if something of solace comes up in his mind instantly, the year was something and if he had to struggle finding something in his past year, he was not probably the happy man and the year which he had to bear with his all strength was nothing but an aging gap between two moments of solace.
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