" What's happiness?" The therapist questioned
" I don't know" the girl answered
A long sigh escaped the therapist.
" Ask me this in some time , I might have an answer"
" Optimistic are we?"
" Hope is the only liberty I have "
" Is hope that important to you?"
" Amongst other things" the girl demurely answered the woman questioning.
" Give me an example , as in tell me what's the one thing most precious to you ." The woman said softly
The room was filled with a long silence, maybe she would deflect and not answer thought the therapist, but then the girl reminisced something , a bunch of words her mother said to her almost everyday assuming one day the girl would understand the meaning those words held. Maybe now she was starting to , maybe.
"Nayab wahi jo zindagi ke jaal main apne rishton ko fasne na de , nayab wahi jo rishton ko kabhi uljhne nah de"
"Relations , that's what is the most precious thing I can grasp right now."
" Are relations so important to you that you can put a hand on your scars tightly, let them burn and yet try to heal them?"
The girl thought and thought seeming unsure but then a sense of assurity crept in her.
" Yes , family over any circumstance good or bad. Family over everything"
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Nayab
General Fiction"Not circumstances but rather how we deal with them leads and shapes us into what we are" But who gets to decide what's right what's wrong? Our loved one's get involved too in some circumstances whether they are good or bad After all life's a web...
