Different.

Chapter 36

Weeks went by since the death of my father...

I visited his grave during the permissible times and checked on my mother afterwards. It wasn’t easy watching her fake being strong.

Everything got better each day…I felt bad for Zafar having to deal with my tantrums and nightmares, for having to keep him awake at night. I was genuinely grateful for his support, but I preferred being alone most of the time.

I submitted my artwork regularly even if it was gloomy and sad it sold well… it wasn’t easy doing everyday things with the amount of emotional strain I was going through, eating and sleeping felt like a chore, meeting people and working burdened me ...all I wanted to do was roll up in a blanket and lay upside down...

And do nothing for days.