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The Message | Stopped waiting for

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Disclaimer: these are my personal views and may not be universally applicable.    There was a time when i thought waiting was a part of love  Waiting for reply. Waiting for call. Waiting for someone to have a little time for you.  I never thought there small things could become so heavy. One evening, i sent a simple message , Nothing complicated, i just wanted a conversation , Then i waited, I checked my phone once, then again, then two hours passed  The message was still there. No reply , and strangely , iw wasnt angry , i was just tried  Because deep  down, I knew this wasnt really about those two hours . It was about all the other times i had waited All the conversations  I had started . All the time i had asked for a little time . All the moments when i tried to explain what i felt, hoping that maybe this time things would be different. But sometimes you can explain your heart perfectly and till be misunderstood  Sometimes you can give so...

Same bus Stop, Same night

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Date 16-09-2021 The day I first left my house for university. My father, Mehmood Akhter, dropped me off and waited for the bus with me for approximately 20 minutes. There are three bus terminals: one for local buses, one for air-conditioned buses and another for local travel within 50-60 km. My father and I were waiting for my bus. I had a ticket for Bahawalpur and was carrying a full suitcase on my shoulder, a laptop and other accessories, and a bag with my bedsheet and blanket in my father's hand. My father said to me, "Asad, study harder for your future. If you want to see yourself shine in your future, I will support you."I replied, "Yes, Dad, I will." After a few minutes, I noticed tears in my father's eyes. I hugged him and consoled him. The bus arrived and he gave me some moeny in cash and transferred the remaining amount to my bank account. He said if I needed more money, I could send him a text message. I boarded the bus and said goodbye to hi...