Twenty second.

     She watched the magician pull out exactly the same card he had told he will. There was that obvious smirk, the usual one, the one that cannot be forgotten.
     It was amazing to her, seeing how surprised people were, even when they already knew that the magician was going to be right. We are so accustomed to our ideas of happiness, she thought. We are able to surprise ourselves, even with the most expected of all things. And when it comes to pain, we don't know, for most of the times, the exact cause of all the hurt. And it feels good to know that others, at some point of time, have been through that too. As if it was just equally and justly distributed. As if you loved seeing people hurt. As if you have understood the mechanism of how the universe plays with you. You never will.
     You never will understand how and why things hurt. You will then keep on chasing 'things that last forever'. And eventually realise, that nothing ever might. It dwells upon you, to revel in today. As for the things left out here, the Afghanis rightly say, zendagi migzara.