UNMASKING OF ME...

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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?

Comments

Soumyadip said…
You know what happens with floppies which are formatted many times over.
10:07 AM
aklanta said…
Yes...that's something I have ignored altogether...
11:15 AM
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