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After finishing off office work yesterday, the mind was extremely worn out. Both the body and the intellect yearned for sleep, yet hunger persisted in requiring attention. Only a short distance separates the office from the Model Mart Park, which is close by and located on University Road in Sargodha. I wanted to go to the park on foot. I would do some belly worship and then take a stroll in the park. When I arrived in the park, I was starving and searched the area for something to eat, but I couldn't find anything noteworthy.

I reasoned that since I was gone, I deserved ice cream. I had a cup of ice cream and sat on the bench watching people come and go. I was enjoying my ice cream when suddenly a loud laugh from behind rang in my ears. When I turned back, a man was approaching from behind me, cheering and grinning. He was wearing brightly coloured garments with vividly coloured stripes on it. She was wearing a deep crimson bonnet and a white lime on her face. Her lips were curled into a wide "smile," and her nose was frozen with the red ball. Despite the fact that he wasn't smiling, I would still laugh.

He extended his left hand after shaking mine to grab the ice cream from my. I didn't find his gestures offensive because perhaps he made them to elicit laughter. It was clear he was pretending to laugh because his laughter was so intermittent. But many around him thought he was always cheerful because of his wide smile. They all saw him, and they all started whistling. An absurdist, he was. Yes, whatever name they give him, they are all clowns who aim to make us chuckle with their absurd acts.

The burden of supporting the entire family rests on one's shoulders. The sisters of someone who is in debt are then prepared for honeymooning couples. They are the ones who, in order to satisfy their compulsions, produce various forms of farce for our pleasure. causing a smile on our lips. These performers make fun of us while masking their problems with tears. They make an effort to ignore our sorrow. They are not really interested in great fame or more wealth. Yes. But because of social injustices, a culture where people have no other options or suitable vocations, he ended up becoming a clown, an orbiter, and a clown. These are all essentially puppets that are dancing to our music. This extraordinary artist sacrificed everything.

They ought to be permitted to live, right? Is he a person, or not? Despite the idea that his death is a joke that people laugh at because he regrets it, just like life, The Joker laughs at every opportunity. It is claimed that when a comedian dies, the world of laughter dies with him, so why don't we feel the loss of the person who existed inside him while he was acting out various roles? When a clown simply despises modern society, his predicament resembles that of a living corpse after all his labour.

Everyone in this world is an artist who, after playing their part, leaves for their eternal home, according to a line from Shakespeare. Yes, jokers can be found everywhere. Each of us would be concealing our pains if we all wore masks over our faces that were invisible to human eyes but visible to the Joker's white face and big "grin." After that, the sadness that the niqab covered up will be revealed. One is said to become more depressed the more one laughs. why so? why we too are clowns.

We also conceal a significant deal of suffering, many sorrows, and tears behind our phoney grin. Everybody thinks that the pain and anguish he is enduring won't likely be experienced by anybody else, but the truth is that every eye has at some point become wet. Nobody has ever lived without ever feeling depressed. Many of us are genuinely dead even if we appear to be alive. It was unclear whether the joker was a clown-like person or a human-like clown; perhaps he fills his stomach with these things every day, or perhaps he doesn't even realise that the joker took the ice cream.