Pillars Of Life by Atiyab Zafar

The sun was at the top mocking me with its glare, I was sitting in the balcony of my house waiting for my mother to reach home, while I was reading one of my favorite books “Jonathan Livingston’s Seagull”. I don’t know why but I always come back to this book, it might be because it gives me hope that everything is achievable and nothing is impossible. I like to think that just like the seagull I can also accomplish the tasks that I can think of.

I was just reaching towards the end of the novel when I heard the doorbell; I turned around to see my mother standing right outside the main door, my elder sister who is pursuing English literature as her major opened the gate for her. I sometimes feel like I am an outcast, like a weed in a crop; for, my father, my mother and my sister all are in the field of literature. Not that I don’t like literature, I love reading about the old works of Milton, Shakespeare, and many more, I have in a way grown up to like them but it’s just the ‘Whys’ that I concentrate on not the ‘Hows’ and ‘Whens’.

It’s just that I like to think that there is a reason behind everything we have and everything we do in life. Aah! ‘Life’, what a stranger this word looks like to me, you might ask how life can be a stranger to a living person? Right in the middle of this thought I heard my mother’s voice, she was going to cook my favorite meal. Knowing that she will be busy and my sister’s doing some stuff, I realized that I had some time for rest. So I rested my head on my palm and keeping the book aside, decided to close my eyes for a minute.

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