My sadness is mine—only mine. But I also want to be loved. Love… huh?
Ahhhhh! What do I really want? I don’t know. This is the only question that has no answer.
At one moment, I want to be loved by someone, but at the same time, I also want hatred. That’s the state of my mind.
Because of this, I feel like I just want to end my life—because I don’t know what I want, or what the purpose of my life is. Even death has abandoned me.
Whenever I try to stop my breath, I see a face. A face that is not clear to me. I keep searching for it.
Who is that? Why have I seen that face so many times, yet it’s never clear?
What is the bond between us? Is it the face of love? Maybe.
Because love doesn’t let you die. It only gives you suffering.
But the real question is:
Suffering from what?
To be loved by someone
or
to love someone?
I don’t know…
I don’t know…
I don’t knowww…
Jaspreet Singh Mudhli, writing under the pen name Jass, was born in 1999 in Punjab in India. Raised in a family of farmers – his father and grandfather both devoted to the land – he comes from a background rooted in hard work, simplicity, and tradition, with no professional or literary lineage. He developed an interest in writing at an early age. In 2019, he moved to London as an international student to pursue higher education. Following the completion of his graduation, he began working with a construction company. His writing is shaped by his rural upbringing, migration experience, and working-class background, reflecting themes of perseverance, identity, and transformation.