Time teaches us that even when we long to disappear, we merely fade like weathered plaster from a wall. Yet before that final surrender, we must ask: what purpose have we served? What mark have we left upon this world?
Nisar Banbhan
Since the moment my eyes first opened to the world, I was taught that time is the pulse of life, its fleeting nature a treasure to be carefully guarded. With each passing day, I have offered myself to the silent dance of reflection, tucking away fragments of thought and imagination as if they were precious jewels, hidden on a quiet shelf within my soul. In the ebb and flow of time’s currents, I have found not only the courage to forge my path but the fortitude to carve my essence into the world with unyielding hands. Along this vast, winding road of self-discovery, I have faced countless challenges—seemingly endless stretches of rugged terrain, steep ascents, and sudden descents. Like a traveler navigating through the wilderness, I have felt my resolve shake with every obstacle, my courage ebbing and flowing like the tides. At times, my steps faltered, but in those moments of uncertainty, invisible hands reached out, guiding me toward the next milestone. Each victory revealed a profound truth: this moment, this space of time, is where the journey unfolds, and so I press on, steadfast and undeterred. My heart is anchored by the unwavering belief that I am never alone, that my Creator walks beside me, filling me with the strength to continue.
Time, for me, is the vessel of my imagination, the realm in which my creations come to life. Each second spent breathing life into these dreams feels as though I am offering my very essence, for I have come to understand time’s value, its fleeting yet infinite gift. In this, I have learned that dreams, like us, wither and fade, piece by piece. Yet time, like a devoted lover, stands firm, waiting patiently for the promise of reunion. Thus, existence itself becomes a delicate dance—a waltz between an eager death and a reluctant life, each playing its role according to the natural rhythm of the universe. In those who leave lasting marks upon the world, I see a shared thread: an unshakable belief in the immense worth of every individual life. They understand that each smile is a world unto itself, that every hungry soul deserves sustenance, and that each child’s mind is a garden to be nurtured. They do not seek grand revolutions, but rather find joy in the quiet, humble revolutions of small acts. In their persistence, over time, these acts create ripples that weave together the fabric of change, transforming not just cities and societies, but the very soul of the world. Through the smallest of efforts, waves of hope spread across the vast ocean of existence.
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Time teaches us that even when we long to disappear, we merely fade like weathered plaster from a wall. Yet before that final surrender, we must ask: what purpose have we served? What mark have we left upon this world? Some seek light so desperately, like moths to a flame, only to burn out in their pursuit. This is the unyielding nature of existence—an inevitability we cannot resist, nor can we wage war against it. When a beloved soul departs, they take with them a fragment of our own, a shard of time shared, leaving us to search for it in the quiet hollow spaces of our hearts. I have witnessed countless souls who once dreamed of butterflies and fireflies, only to fall still in death, their dreams frozen in time, their bodies cold monuments to ambitions unfulfilled. In those moments, it feels as though a piece of me, too, has died. And yet, despite the certainty of death, we are often consumed by fear, distracted from the act of truly living. We should, each day, ask ourselves: How much of life have I truly embraced? It is a rare question, one often overlooked, yet profound in its simplicity. To grasp its essence is to understand life itself, for in our embrace of positivity, we light the way for others, and where darkness seeks to claim dominion, peace finds its home. I have heard of an ancient tree along the winding path of life, beneath which a crow calls out, guarding secrets of fortune wrapped within a closed bag. As we tread upon dry twigs and close our eyes to the road ahead, an invisible ache settles deep within us. And so, we begin to hum melodies that erase the stories of who we are, as if we wish to forget everything. True survival, I have learned, is found not in the absence of loss but in the endurance through it—through defeat, rejection, and failure—emerging from each trial with wisdom that carries us forward. In transforming these trials into epics, we become the heroes of our own stories.
A soul’s connection is a sacred bond between two beings who recognize the hidden beauty in one another, beyond the facades that shield us. In this recognition, a powerful alchemy ignites—a union that inspires each soul to realize its fullest potential. Romance, in its truest form, is the art of discovery, a sacred intimacy that transforms each ordinary moment into something extraordinary. It is not just the candlelit dinners, but the stolen glances across a crowded room, the sharing of unspoken truths, the warmth of a touch that lingers long after it has passed. It is the sun casting its golden light upon tangled sheets, turning even the mess of daily life into something magical. In the realm of romance, every moment is a canvas awaiting the brush of intention. It breathes in the small gestures—the quiet laughter, the unspoken understanding, the vulnerable moments shared between two hearts. True romance does not seek perfection; instead, it revels in the raw, unfiltered beauty of life’s imperfections. It is a choice to love, not in spite of flaws, but because of them, a journey of continual rediscovery where the beloved becomes a living masterpiece, forever deepening with each touch, each word, and each glance.
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This, I believe, is the art of romance—a masterpiece created by choice, a living poetry that echoes through time. It is not by chance that we create beauty, but by intent, through acts of love that linger and transform the mundane into something eternal. I long to be kind—to radiate kindness like a light that cannot be dimmed, allowing it to ripple through the lives of those around me. Each day, I want to rise with the intent to make the world just a little bit brighter. To embrace love, to let go of the bitterness of the world, and to fall in love with humanity itself. Yet, one of life’s most painful goodbyes comes when love, though abundant, is not enough to sustain a healthy bond. Sometimes, we must choose to walk away, even from those we love, for the sake of self-preservation. To live fully in the present, to savor each heartbeat and breath, without allowing the past or the future to overshadow the moment—this, I believe, is the truest art of existence.
And as I reflect on my life, on the moments of time I have been granted, I find myself standing, with many stories to tell. To those who carry the weight of sadness, exhaustion, loneliness, or despair, I send this wave of warmth: You are not alone. May this embrace bring comfort, a flicker of hope, and the reminder that brighter days are ahead. Know that you are loved, that you are worthy, and that the dawn is always waiting to break.
And so, with these words, I extend my warmest of hugs, from one heart to another, as we journey onward, each of us carrying our stories, each of us moving forward with courage and conviction. In this shared existence, I stand, with many stories, as I am.
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Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District Khapurpur and based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh, Nisar Banbhan is a seasoned professional with nearly 25 years of multifaceted experience, encompassing 3 years in journalism and over two decades of service in a public sector organization. His extensive expertise spans content creation, scriptwriting, screenwriting, lyrics, poetry, and storytelling across multiple languages, including Sindhi, Urdu, and English. Nisar has honed his skills in writing articles, columns, and short stories, contributing to various national and regional media outlets. Additionally, he brings a deep understanding of program development, educational advocacy, and strategic planning, having led initiatives that promote quality education and foster community empowerment. His passion for literature and education merges seamlessly, enabling him to craft impactful narratives that resonate with diverse audiences while driving meaningful change in society.
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