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 I woke up at five in the morning and sat on my bed for almost thirty minutes. I was not thinking about anything specific, or maybe I was thinking about everything without being able to name a single thought. My body was awake, but my mind felt suspended somewhere between sleep and consciousness. There was no urgency, no emotion, no plan. Just silence and stillness. When I finally got up, I brushed my teeth and went into the bathroom. Even there, I found myself sitting quietly again, the same way I had earlier. Time passed slowly, almost unnoticed. After finishing my routine, I did a few small things and then sat on the table and chair I had bought last year. Without realizing when or how, I fell asleep once more. Around eight in the morning, my mother asked me to drop her at her maternal house because there was some work to be done. I did not change my clothes and went out wearing the same outfit from the previous day. Somehow, that did not matter to me at all. As we started drivi...

  There was a time during my high school days when life felt simple. Responsibilities were few, and the future felt far away. Everything changed after my father passed away. His death became a turning point in my life, and slowly a mobile game called Clash of Clans became my escape from reality. Before my father’s death, my evenings followed a beautiful and disciplined routine. Every night, after returning from Khwairamband Bazar, my father would sit beside me and teach me Science at home. My parents ran shops there, selling jewellery, dress and other items. No matter how tired my father was, he always made time for my studies. Those nights were filled with care, patience, and guidance. Even today, when I think about them, it feels like those moments are still alive somewhere. After my father passed away, the discipline and direction he brought into my life slowly faded. I lost interest in my studies and found it difficult to concentrate. The house felt quiet and heavy. My unmarrie...