Dearest diary: Entry #7

Amidst these busy days, I haven't found time to keep a diary of my own. Such a liberating feeling, to write on your own blog for yourself but also for your readers to relate to. It's my way of slowing down and reflecting on life's moments, capturing the essence of each day before it fades into memory...

However, I can't write every day, so I jot down my thoughts whenever I can no longer hold on...

I have to write down about my recent excursion into mountains - my travel diaries too, perhaps some day, hopefully some day!

Right now, I'm letting my words flow while a song plays in the background. It's strange that no one in my family shares my taste in music. They don't voice their opinions, but my songs are too emotional, deep — okay, let's say it: cringeworthy for them. But who cares? I own my choices, I own my taste. Was I always like this? Oh no, I used to succumb to peer pressure, follow herd mentalities. Once, I even showed interest in wrestlers and wrestling because two of my friends wouldn't just shut up. They would keep talking about The Rock (Dwayne Johnson) and there was one more. Really Maan, really? You pretended to like wrestling and wrestlers! When you have the most expressive face that anyone could ever have...

پیار کے لئے چار پل کم نہیں تھے
کبھی تم نہیں تھے کبھی ہم نہیں تھے

Though brief in duration, the time was not insufficient for falling in love
It was just that either you or sometimes I were absent during those moments.

Argh, it's been last ten minutes I'm trying to translate these lyrics into English, but they can't seem to capture the true essence. Whatever, let it play in the background...

Please don't mind me; I'm not feeling very philosophical today. I don't intend to lecture or give you any life lessons. So let's just leave it at that, my random thoughts on paper. If you want to skip it, I won't mind. There's something liberating about putting these thoughts onto paper screen...

یہ دن برسوں کے بعد آیا
کچھ تمہیں کچھ ہمیں یاد آیا

This day came after many years,
You remembered some memories, and I reminisced about some moments.

Ah, these memories! The memories of falling in love for the first time, having your first child, and so many more. That first eye lock, and so many firsts.... There won't be any feeling that can replace those firsts. No not even close... And we don't even realise at that moment that we are making memories... We are making some very firsts!

اگر تم یہ دل مانگ لیتے
جانِ من ہم تمہیں جان دیتے
تمہیں کیسے ہم بھول جاتے
مر کے بھی تم ہمیں یاد آتے
تمہیں ہے پتا، بے وفا ہم نہیں تھے

If you were to ask for this heart,
O beloved, I would have given you my life.
How could I forget you?
Even in demise, I would have remembered you.
You know, I was not disloyal.

While not everything is within my control, there are numerous variables to consider and many responsibilities to cater to. Such is life! But the choice of music in this journey is mine to navigate, guided by the rhythm of my heart and the echoes of melodies that speak to my soul. Phew

Whatever, if you want you can listen to it for yourself...

That's all for today my dearest diary and dear readers.

I should sleep now, I have another busy day ahead!

Yours truly,
@soulfuldreamer