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it's a long walk so far...i'm in search of an identity...beyond the fact that i'm someone's son or someone's brother or someone's friend bla bla bla...they are so vague...why can't i have an identity of my own?

It really stroked me that day...nearly four years ago...i was in a theatre to watch the block buster " The lost world"...and the incidents that followed forced me to start the search for myself... there was a little girl (Shikha, as I came to know later) standing near me...she was with her father and her younger brother...I took her to my lap...we two were wondering at the things that were happening on the screen in front of us...with eyes wide shut!

As her palms were too small to cover her eyes from the horror at times, she used my hands... then there was the break...her father went out to bring some eatables ...only then she realized that she sitting on the lap of a stranger...looked at me..."who are you (with a "just for information" tone)"..."your uncle"
"who uncle?" "0n_the_walk".... i told my name... then came the next "who o_t_w"???

it was time for me to be shut a minute, i scanned each and every cell in my find the trace of any idea of who i can identity that i can share with Shikha...which can stop the chain of questions regarding it...her farther was at my rescue...loaded her mouth with chocolate...the film resumed again...the film came to an end... i said" bye " to Sikha, her father and her brother... and since than i'm in the endless ( so far) search of an identity...don't know whether there will be an end to it...


Mindinside said…
Lovely writing .. as i read i feel it .. putting myself in your place.

It is much easier to look for your identitiy as one than being me searching the real me among the many different identities .. wondering who is the real me....that's really confusing

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