Those good days when every day we used to have a good discussion on healthy issues—reading newspapers—and discussion on my recent reading was part of our daily routine. But my destiny suffers from the separation from those people; they are the cause of my smile. It was also my mistake that I spared my thoughts for those people and the kinds of things that shouldn't be in my mental and emotional sphere. But realisation is a good thing. I forgot that I did not imagine a life full of crispy, crunchy domestic-diplomatic diets full of toxic effects. So trying to remind myself all the time that the world is so beautiful with beautiful authors, books, and music... I am a person who chooses people based on their literary interests. All my good friends are in my life, and I have the same literary choice with them up to some extent. Do you remember "Maya"? In our first year of Mphil course work, we both had the same opinion about each other: "Ye ladki ghamandi hia," and once, when we discussed Jhumpa Lahiri's Low Land, we became close friends. With a book that saved me from the toxic ideological clutch of campus life, How could I undermine all these good approaches to my life in front of such issues? .. abosoluetyl It's my fault, but it's also true that, as human beings, we cannot save ourselves from the effects of our surroundings. So all right, things will be transformed. I hope so. Remembering my old days when writing was the part of my life every day I used to write... Once I was so upset and distracted at that time, I read "Kurtualain Haider's Book," and again, I came on track. I didn’t wish for the glamourous kind of life... and even I am not confident with the show-off things... I love to move in the local market, observing the facial expressions of people engrossed in their work. and how they spared time for real amusement among all the chaos. I love this way of life, where life cannot be based on only amusement. I love the way people do their work and then they spare a moment for chersis..how women used to sell vegetables and manage their children... How an old lady sits with gratitude on her face and uses to sell a few things like vegetables, local fruit, or anything.