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Finding myself

Have you seen me?

I look for myself in the anonymous dark lanes, fearing to find out what would be me. Deep down in my heart I know myself and believe I deserve to soak in blinding lights of fame, recognition and applause.

Will I find myself at the end of the lane?

My quest to meet myself is hindered by the countless number of ‘others’ in whom I see a part of myself. The way they look at me colours my mind and I take a detour. It feels like I’m stuck in a maze.

Can you tell me the way out?

I have come a long way and yet have miles to go. I need a friend who’d lend me an encouraging hand. I need a guide who’d help me read the map. I need a companion who’ll make the journey a happy dance.

Will you come along? 

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Linking this to the Wednesday prompt, I, me, and myself at Write Tribe

Comments

  1. Chalo, let's go :)
    Nice inspiring words, Uma :)
    Anita- I, Me And Myself

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  2. Shall I lend you my hand? :) Very musical lilt to the words here, Uma :)

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    1. Will accept it gratefully, thank you, Shailaja :-)

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  3. I have come along with you after reading your lovely post. Feel the hand of friendship.

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    1. Thanks a lot for extending the hand of friendship, Kalpana, and I accept gratefully. Come along :-)

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  4. Take my hand and let's explore together.. I need to find myself too :)

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  5. "My quest to meet myself is hindered by the countless number of ‘others’ in whom I see a part of myself. "

    I NODDED MY HEAD FIERCELY TO THIS ONE!

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    1. Red, maybe it's a natural thing but the beauty lies in not succumbing to the reflection?

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  6. Finding oneself requires that special nudge from a loved one. And I second Red! Amen!

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  7. Very interesting and also the way you write is different that made me to read further.... and totally focused...Will keep coming for reading this wonderful style of writing...

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  8. I believe that we keep searching for self and as we feel we've reached self, the journey gets harder as it eludes us. Loove it. That's why I love The Alchemist which is so true bout our path of self discovery:)

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