This is a quest.

Last night I was looking into apps to download in the playstore and that's when I came across this really cool and trending app, dubsmash. I wasn't initially interested but I installed it anyway. I made an account and then, made a dubsmash video. Then two, then three and eventually I stopped at ten. Why was it so addictive? Why did it seem so cool? Why would I not stop? Why is everyone using and wasting their times on it? Why? It wasn't that easy, but yet I was using it and getting quite some results, why? Because it seemed cool. Because everyone is using it and it's trending. It wasn't easy, but the fact that everyone is doing it made it fairly easy. There was no actual attraction, except people. We do things we think as cool. We do things people interpret as cool. We do things that'd make us popular. We won't do things that actually matter. Things that actually count. Think.

The night was quiet. Not peaceful, just quiet, filled with some Faiz Ahmed Faiz poetry and it was progressing quite slowly but nicely. He didn't know what was in store for him this particular night, it all seemed like a normal one, except she was away. She had been away for the whole day and he didn't have a single thing to do. But that isn't true at all, he had a million things to do. He could have watched a tv show, a movie or could have read a book. It could have all been a very good timepass for anybody, but not him this particular night. His brain couldn't seem to function properly and he wasn't ready to accept the fact that it was because of her. Wait, I need a coke to continue, let me just get it and I will be right back. Okay, so I didn't have a chilled coke, so got a Mountain Dew inside. So yeah, where were we..? Yes, his brain couldn't seem to function. His body was craving, and his heart missing. The lights were off, the gates were locked,

Woh jiski deed mein laakhoun masarratein pinhaan Woh husn jiski tamanna mein jannat pinhaan. Hazaar fitney tah-e-paa-e-naaz khaak-e-nasheen Har eik nigaah khumar-e-shabaab se rangeen. Shabaab jis se takhaiyul pe bijliyaan barsein Waqaar jiski rafaqat kou shokhiyaan tarsey. Ada-e-laghzisheiy paa par qyamatein qurbaan Bayaz-e-rukh sey sahar ki sabahatein qurbaan. Siyaah zulfoun mein badaaon sa nikhatoun ka hujoom Taweel raatoun ki khwabeedah raahatoun ka hujoom. Vo aankh jiski banaun pe khaliq dey raae Zabaan shair kou tareef kartey sharmaae. Gudaaz jism qaba jispe saj ke naaz karey Daraaz qad jisey sarw-e-sahi namaz karey. Kisi zamaney mein is rah-guzar sey guzraa thaa Ba-sad guroor-o-tajammul idhar sey guzraa thaa. Aur ab ye raah guzar bhi hai dilfareb-o-haseen Hai uski khaak mein kaife sharab-e-sair makeen. Hawa mein shokhi-e-raftaar ki addaen hain Faza mein narmi-e-guftaar ki sadaen hain. Garaz vo husn is raah ka juzu-e-manzar hai Neyaaz-e-ishq kou eik

My eyes hurt. My body aches. My heart craves. My brain begs me to turn it off but I can't. Why? You. That's why. I miss you. I have forgot how to write, what to write, but this one's for you. I wouldn't have returned but I have, this one's for you. This is my limit, my body and my soul's limit. I know I have ruined a lot of things I shouldn't have. Words I shouldn't have said. On an average day a year ago, I would just have dropped into the bed and drowned in sleep, lots of it but now I can't. My soul craves for you at a rate more than a hummingbird's heartbeat which by the way is very fast. I want you to return now. I think I 'need' you. I have never went to such an extent that I ever used the word 'need' for a person but now I do and I am not even doubtful.