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“Or think of the bright sun and the joy it brings. Every day heralds a new beginning, a new hope, a new life. Every day gives us the message to live and let live, to enjoy and spread joy, to seek and appreciate beauty and to be happy. Have you ever sat in a garden with cool breeze blowing, taking care of all your cares? Have you ever felt its gentle kiss and fresh touch? Have you ever heard its message of joy, love and life? Have you sat on a beach and savored the touch of sand and warmth of sunshine? Have you ever felt when you wake up in the morning that life is offering you yet another opportunity to live and adore? Have your enjoyed the chirping of birds in the morning, the shades of sky in the evening, the brilliance and radiance of moon, the inky sky in a downpour, the droplets of rain falling on your stretched hands, the music of their fall, the fragrance they educe from the soil, the chilled air without malice, the washed air after the rain, the flowers when they bloom and toss, the dew drops on leaves, the love that others offer you? When seen properly, there is joy is the sadness we experience here, it has its own taste, its own beauty. Every moment we spend in this world is a gift, something to be appreciated and thanked for, something to relish and savor something to experience and enjoy, and every moment we should be happy that we are alive.”
His words were producing an ecstasy in him. How ignorant and foolish he had been. He saw a shine coming into her eyes, life filling her up, and the color returning to her skin. The realization of the life’s beauty brightened on her, and death departed.
“Thank you, Mr. James, thank you.”
He smiled as he regained his name, his identity and himself.
“No, thank you, Ms.Sarah. Thank you. Please come to my office in the morning and collect a check. I will give all the money you need for your husband. No amount of money is worth a single breath of life,” he said, returning her name, identity and herself to her.
After she had left, he sat down on the roof. The body, bored with the constant introduction to the carpet, found comfort in cold, gray stones. He sat and waited for the dawn, to experience for the first time in life what the emerging sun has to offer.
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Awais Aftab
Writing has been a passion, a love ever since I learned to write. For me, writing is a means of expression of 'secret tears and secret pleasures'. True writing comes from the heart and often it is the one to find you, not you the one to find it. Writing gives me power, the strength to carry on, the will to live and to live in a better way. It helps me find deeper meaning in the world around me and to understand myself much better. I can't survive without writing. For me, my writings are the whispers of life, in which the glory and sorrow of life echoes. For me, these are the glittering tears, whose every flash encompasses a thousand aspects of life. I believe that, 'I write; therefore I am.' However, true ease in writing comes from art, and I still have to learn a lot about that.
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