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AC Chronicles
As I carefully sat on it, while it let out a creak, a large wave of nostalgia
flooded into my mind. It wasn't always like this. Recalling those
timeless memories shows a place not of gloom and constant revolution,
but of earthy, vibrant, and cozy ambiance. The innocent laughter and
gleeful noises of children echoed in my ears, as I looked upon the
grandeur blue sky, and the artful songbirds singing their cheerful
melodies, while the rustling leaves of the majestic trees flew across with
the cool breeze. The place was a hazard free zone, with the small tuck
shops in front selling cheap, quality goods, and the enriched
personalities of people gave the place a much more welcoming, and
safe feeling, but unfortunately, now, none of that remains.
They say every step leaves a print, no matter how small, and those
billions of steps have accumulated and transformed the way everyone
looks at this place. The once lush, peaceful street has now become just
a shell of its former self. Trees have been cut down or are left bald.
Hazard creeps around in the once fresh air, and the strong, safe roads.
People now walk, bending their necks down like ostriches, looking at
their smart gadgets, while their appearances and care for their own
culture has worsened. This very street I just mentioned, is a reflection
of how life progresses. It represents an old person, road cracks like
wrinkles on his aging face, fainted paint like pale skin, broken traffic
light and dim streetlights, like losing the ability to think brighter like
you used to. But one thing, which will always prevail, that nothing
can take away, even after dying, are the countless memories that it
holds, and which it passes on to so many people. It may not be well
physically, but inside, it is still the same charming place it once took its
pride in being.
Muhammad Murad Baig
C2-L
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