One Picture One Story Week #102

I hope my each buddy is having an amazing day. My has been wonderful so far. I am feeling very positive because today is the first day of the January. I hope the same good energy surrounds all of you. I would also like to extend my heartfelt thanks to @suboohi ma’am for inspiring this One Picture One Story contest. This platform gave me the chance to reflect and share something meaningful to my buddies. I am @aliraza1234 from Pakistan. Today I am sharing a unique story. The one that left a deep impact on me. It stayed with me long after.

So let’s get started buddies.

The phone lay on the bedside table. Its screen glowing softly in the dark.
100% charged.
A small green icon confirmed it full complete ready.
Ali stared it without touching it.
The room was silent. It is except for the faint hum of electricity flowing through the wire. The same wire that fed the life into the phone. It seemed unable to do anything for him. His reflection appeared on the black glass of the screen. The tired eyes, a blank expression, a face that had forgotten how to rest.
All day his phone had demanded attention. The messages, notifications, likes, missed calls. His friends and buddies needed replies, reactions, presence. He gave them everything. He gave his time, his energy, his emotions. Yet when night came. Then no one asked how he was doing. No notification asked “Are you okay?”
Ali unlocked the phone. The ocial media flooded the screen. The smiles, celebrations, success stories, filtered happiness. Everyone looked alive. Everyone looked fulfilled. He scrolled endlessly. He hoping to feel something anything. But the emptiness inside him only grew deeper and heavier.
He placed the phone back on the charge. Even though it didn’t need it. Maybe it was a habit. Or maybe it was a quiet excuse to stay connected. To something to someone. Because disconnecting felt terrifying. When the screen went dark again. His reflection returned. This time it looked even more distant. It is like a stranger trapped behind the glass.
He remembered a time when the silence felt peaceful. When nights were spent dreaming not scrolling. When happiness was not measured in percentages or hearts.
Slowly Ali unplugged the charger.
The phone stayed full.
But for the first time in a long while. He chose to listen to himself.
The room felt different and lighter.
And though his soul was still empty. At least now it had space to breathe.

At last I am inviting @shahidalinaz , @caringmanasseh , @m-princess , @maryam86 and @emmaboy23 for taking part in this contest.

Cc , @suboohi

Regards , @aliraza1234