I seek the nervousness which is demure. When the lights are turned off, I lay down gazing the ceiling in dark imagining the light that I saw the whole day. I befriend the loathed and envy the charming. Weird as it may sound I thrive to become every other person I meet. They leave a part of themselves gracefully for me to absorb and reflect in my own being.
Who am I afterall? Am I all those or all those whom I want to be like? Who is the real me? Where is the real me?
I close my eyes only to realise that each breath of mine is a breath taken by this planet itself. What I see in the night sky are not just stars but a part of this wholesome unpredictable universe. Does my existance count? Why do I think about myself so much? Am I searching for myself within me? Or am I just looking for another breath to acknowledge mine.
The deep sense of belonging haunts me. I admire the courage of those who wear their hearts on their sleeves. At the same time, I fear the ones who have control on their mind. Everything is unpredictable yet always predictable. It sometimes feels like the whole universe has many folds and one of me living in each fold waiting to meet the another one as it goes.
Priya. H. Rai
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