Aesthetically Overthinking

At first glance, I thought this might be just an abstract — in which the painter painted a jungle scene through the haphazard of his mind. And I was like, what to say about it? But in a few moments, the horses of overthinking galloped to unfold the hidden truth.

And then I saw some imperfect circles of light wrapped in blue darkness. Beyond the circles, the darkness is deeper than ever. Two of these circles confined the moon in them. Two moons , the sources of brightness in the whole scene. What does it mean... is it a metaphor or am I simply overthinking?

The circles are connected to the stems, and these are more imperfect than the circles themselves. Perhaps the painter was short of paint and just completed it, as we mostly complete our works when the treasure of time is about to vanish.
Some stems even disappear before they touch the ground.

But is there a ground? Well, I couldn’t see that. For me, it is more like the last glow at the boundary of Earth's atmosphere. Maybe it is not — but remember, I have to overthink.
The shadows of the stems aren't formed in one direction, which means there are many hidden sources of light as well.

What do I feel? Just contradictions. Nothing is what we see at one glance.
Too many maybes, but maybe the painter didn’t think what I’m longing for.

Okay, because this piece of art provoked my overthinking, now you are obliged to bear some more rant from me.

Years ago, when I was an active user on Facebook, I received a friend request from an unknown account. The name was written in Urdu. At that time, people used artistic urdu names on accounts that usually posted poetry, so I accepted the request.

After a few days, while scrolling, I opened that profile and realized it wasn’t Urdu at all — maybe Persian or Pashto.(Urdu Arabic Pashto n Persian written in similar fashion)The only word I could understand was "جیش", which means an armed group or some kind of military faction.

Okay, instead of unfriending, I sent them a message just to confirm whether they actually belonged to some armed group.(the fool I was😖) Within a few minutes, I received a reply. The person started asking for my details — like where I was from, why I messaged them, and why I was texting in English, etc.
I got goosebumps… like what the hell am I doing?
Panicking, I simply apologized and blocked the ID. But no man, I didn’t stop there — I deactivated my own account.

Because... yeah, my brain rode on a flying horse of overthinking.

What if they detect my location? What if they come to my house? What if they plant a bomb, thinking I’m an ISI spy? Hehehe…(overthinking I guess )

Well. After almost an hour, I received a voice note on WhatsApp from an unknown number.
Yallah… I felt like my senses had abandoned me. The country code was +91 , from Afghanistan. (What does that mean? You know, if you know.)
The voice note was in Pashto, and I had no clue what he was saying.

And guess what? That very day there was a gathering at my house, and I couldn’t face anyone. I thought I should go to my father and tell him everything. But that’s not easy — because before anything else, he starts my classic baizti (insult session).So yeah… I didn’t dare go to him.

Meanwhile, my panic kept increasing. I thought, if they trace my number within an hour, they could easily reach my house in two.(like I was a high profile person;-) )

I didn’t know what to do. Without even considering if it was the right thing, I forwarded the voice note to a friend along with a brief explanation. Fortunately, her watchman was a Pathan. He listened to it and told us the voice note was from a man inquiring about his family in Pakistan.And that was just a wrong nmber.

Finally, I felt relieved..... and realized I had just successfully escaped a terrorist attack (in my head).
You think I’m stupid?
But I think… I just overthink possible cases.