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Hey, I am a Physics graduate from NUST, Pakistan. 

This blog contains stories that I write every now and then when it gets messy in my head and there is no better way to explain it than to spill it out in the form of expressions that connect the deepest. Every word is very close and personal to myself. An obscure expression of my inner mind. I would love to know if you've got anything to share. Please feel free to reach out. Thank you for visiting :)

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Purgatory

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There was complete silence. Only broken intermittently by the casual, soothing strokes of a pen against a paper. Every swooping, cursive movement, unique in the sound it produced. The source of that disturbance being a lone man in a corner. The room was entirely wooden, its floor laden with planks and its roof adorned in rustic woods. The wooden walls spoke of ages. An old cottage of refuge. A lone shack of solace. The room was small in dimensions but possessed a window, through which golden rays of the midday’s sun slanted across the floor, lighting the indoors. The man was busy scribbling on a parchment, which had a yellow hue of its own. He sat on a small wooden chair, so obsolete that it appeared it only had a few more years before it would refuse to endure any more burden, and would crumble to its death not being able to shoulder its own weight. The table upon which the writing was in progress suffered the same fate. There was no other furniture in the vicinity. Nevertheless, the ...
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Our vehicle came to a halt. It was a checkpoint, an entrance, with some men in uniform sitting inside the cabins, which I didn't see. I just sensed their existence around us, one of them coming over to our vehicle and examining. I continued gazing straight ahead on the large expanse of emptiness, only registering my surroundings through peripheral vision. The checkpoint was on a relatively highland compared to its surroundings. What stood behind, I had no recollection of it. I did not remember the place we were coming from. The part of the road we had just traversed laid in oblivion, in complete unknown, with no trace of it in my memory. It was strange. The only thing that existed was an elongated road stretched out before us. The height of our station afforded me an opportunity to observe the vast expanse of land ahead. An arid, desert of orange and brown hues stretched all across. With blurry, foggy impressions of mountains at the horizon all around. The road laid like a carpet f...
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An excerpt

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I allowed the soft, blissful rhythms of the song to wash over me as I approached a comfortable posture and watched outside the window. I could sense the urgency of the wind to force its way inside; I let it brush past me. The dry patches of land were relegated to a brief nothingness as I fixed my gaze on the setting sun, glowing and golden, as the music went on and on. Everything lost its significance and flashed past before my eyes, but the sun stood its stead. I sought bliss, I sought peace then. The yellow, tepid warmth of that moment insinuated deep into the inner recesses of my mind; sought an endless refuge there, as I sat observing at nothing—mindlessly, thoughtlessly, aimlessly.  In the years to come, the swells of the very song would make me revisit that scene, as if the present around me would not endure when the same old warmth would seep out of my own existence. But the memory would contort. The bliss would masquerade as sorrow; the tepidity as coldness. The once-gentle...
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