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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? 


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

  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...

  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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