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This is not the first time I have become aware of the many faces, I keep on changing with time and space.

But perhaps for the first time I have decided to spend some time in reviewing skill I have acquired over time without any conscious effort.

Something, I have learnt beyond textbooks. What I found stunned me, the proficiency and I was really stunned by the proficiency I have achieved in it.

What if I stop using these skills?

What if I tear them apart?

What if I put on the face that is really mine?

Will the people in my sphere of influence accept me as it is now?

Will the relations I have now remain intact?

Or will my life be formatted like a floppy drive?

But which one of these thousands of faces is mine?


Soumyadip said…
You know what happens with floppies which are formatted many times over.
aklanta said…
Yes...that's something I have ignored altogether...
che said…
Life is a constant change. Nothing stays the same. People change. Feelings change. We all go through changes in life..we like it or not.

For me the best thing is that..just be yourself. People have to accept us for what we are..and not what they would want us to be.

Once again..a very good post! Thanks for always visiting my blog. Take care! :)

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