They sit trapped in their own minds, overthinking storms they cannot control. The illness is gone, but its shadow lingers, feeding on imagined fears. What if? What now?—questions that steal the present, chaining them to futures that may never come.
But life whispers softly: Let go. The sun rises without command, the rivers flow without permission. True freedom lies not in control but in trusting the unknown. In letting go, they might finally find peace.
غمِ زندگی سے کہہ دو کہیں اور جا کے بسے
ہم تھک گئے ہیں دل کو سمجھاتے سمجھاتے
(پروین شاکر)
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