It is July 16th, 2018. I didn’t write my life recounts for 2017. I don’t know how I can sum up 2017 in some words. The happenings of 2017 have had a deep impact on my life. I actually don’t remember how 2017 started. All I remember is that at the start of the year I became too busy at work. I was working on two different projects. Both were new, and I was struggling a bit to get hold of them. Overall, I think I enjoyed them and didn’t feel dull at work. Meanwhile, I also took admission to an online MBA course at UNSW. Doing an MBA was something that I had desperately wanted to do since I completed my bachelors. In February, I made a trip back to Pakistan for 2 weeks. It was quite a pleasant trip. I was a bit restless initially, as I had little time, and I didn’t want to spend it randomly. I did things very planned. The reason for visiting Pakistan was to sell one of my properties and take the money back to Australia in order to save for a house deposit. However, by the end of our trip, we made up our minds to spend 2 more years in Australia and then move back to Pakistan. Moving back to Pakistan was always something that I wanted, but I couldn’t decide the time for it. In a taxi, on my way back home from Sydney airport, the cab driver started a conversation with me, and out of nowhere, he started telling me negative aspects of living and bringing up kids in Australia. Maybe it was a sign, or at least I took it as one.
Some more months have passed. I dropped the idea of doing an MBA as it was way too expensive. My social life improved, and I started hanging out with like-minded people. Together, we travelled to different places and made fun memories. For the first time in Australia, I didn’t feel lonely. I was looking forward to mid-year as my almost 8-year period of Sarsati ended. In June, we moved to a new apartment. The shifting was very tiring. In August or September, a family dispute surfaced. For the rest of the year and even till now, it has been affecting my life and my relationships with others. I don’t want to write anything about it and the effects it has had on my life. But I have regretted it a lot. A lot of things... a lot of things. But there is no escape. I had to face it. I am facing it. I will have to face it. I get to see the true face. Why? Why did I do it? Why had I not done that? A lot… a lot…
I read this in Oct-2022 and want to add a comment - "Wadi sarsati muki, aidey to changa si ke o chaldi rehndi".
