Another day is about to pass, and it’s the time of evening. I sit here on the balcony, feeling the cool air brush against my face. The tree in front of me sways gently, its leaves rustling softly. The stars are starting to appear, scattered across the sky like distant whispers. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s voice fills the space, deep and soothing, wrapping the evening in its melody. It’s peaceful here, yet my mind is anything but still.
I think about the path I’ve walked,the things I’ve lost, the things I’ve gained. My mind flickers back to moments when everything seemed so certain, and yet here I am, still searching, still wondering. What have I achieved, really? I’ve worked so hard, put everything I have into this journey, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Not yet. Not in the way I imagined it would. And I wonder, will...