Baskadia

Empty house

I am that empty house which is very easy and easy to occupy. For every person having power of possession. Who has a net of words that is hollow but has an impact. Who knows how to win hearts with his words. He who knows how to play with emotions very well, comes and stays in this house for a few days and then rolls up his sack and goes on his way. Case neither has the time nor the desire to read his entries, a cursory glance that is erased from the mind and heart the next moment thanks to the high speed of the car. My self is also one such milestone.

A soul wandering in search of love who is not even familiar with the meaning of love. When the vultures of greed and greed attacked the existence entangled in the golden web of pure love for twenty years, love proved to be a distant spectator. The mocking smile in his eyes made the difference between love and lust clear. But what's the point? By then I had become that empty house that anyone easily occupies and scrapes away the remnants of the house and makes his way.

Answer me just once that you also loved me? Compelled by her heart, Romana, crushing her ego and self-control, asked Wasif the question that kept her worried and anxious for years. ! No, I have never loved you. Yes ! In my youth, your beauty must have impressed me temporarily, but it was a temporary passion. Anyway, I don't believe in any kind of love that is done from a distance or the kind of love you claim that even if you come near me I can't touch you or you won't let me touch you. Such love in books. It looks good. The reality is the opposite. If you want me to respond to your love with love, then you have to come close to me, I have to bless you with my closeness. Say yes? The bitterness and bitterness of Wasif's tone left Romana alive, and the Taj Mahal of love that she had built in her heart for twenty years crumbled to the ground. The dream seen since childhood began to shine in his eyes. Then his eyes rained down, the eyes caused more destruction than the seven Bhadas, but in vain, this humiliation of his pure love was beyond his tolerance. Then, while crying and muttering, he prayed to his Lord to change his life. His prayer was accepted. But he may have to bear the burden of incomplete prayer for the rest of his life.

Then his life changed completely. She who had spent years with the pain of Wasif's love on her chest was close to going crazy living in the throes of inadequacy that her life was filled with love, but all these loves remained only the foam of the sea. Every time he had intense love, love that defeated the volcano and then died, but all these loves were the kind of love that Wasif wanted. The talk of endowment with closeness, the love of lust, the one who used to be proud of her purity. Everything is gone, there is nothing left, no love, no feeling of love, just body, body and body and body. In the end, it was only a ruin. Running after love, life was lost, but the love he was looking for was still looking for.

Written by Nabila Khan