دریچئہ خیال

and life continues, we get busy in work, forget all of that what happened in life and suddenly, it all starts to appear as it was always there. same traumas start haunting and we deliberately want to spill that out, but you can't because your therapist is not available and don't have anyone else to cry with. to scream. you don't have friends. friends enough to share your weak moments with. i wish i had a single chance in my life to share my tragedies of life with favorite people of mine. to share and get appreciated on making an intuitive explanation of many complex concepts of life. time crossed ten o clock. time to sleep but my sentiments ate not letting me fall (even in life). dogs are barking outside. layian laiyan by rizwan anwar is melodious. i am listening to it on repeat and pouring my heart out on an intelligently made machine. was Moriarty dead? where the hell this thought came from. oh, Sir Arthur, you haven't left me yet. ah messed up mind. I don't have ...