The other
day someone in a chat asked me, ‘what you miss in life?’ at first instance my
reaction was blank and then I whispered, ‘myself’ with an astonished look on my
face but with pondering mind.
My mind
travelled into wells of memories some still strong which I can narrate word by
word, while other faded and I have revive them like finding a lost receipt in
my bedside drawer which is jumbled up.
Every
morning, in the race of nowhere, we get up, have agenda, things to do, meetings
and what not but somewhere in this mad world’s rush we have lost ourselves. I
still remember jumping wall of my terrace to adjoining house just to catch the
kite or climbing the tree to pluck the delicious berry fruit in our school
compound. I am sure today I won’t dare to, or can do it but, for sure won’t let
any kid do it for the obvious reason that ‘myself’ is forgone.
Ask anyone
about best friend’s name, I am sure most of us will recall those who were with
us since childhood, when actually we have made many during past years of our
life. We have shared ourselves with old friends our precious time, the casual
attitude and then, the ringing deadlines, the pressure, the society taboo
hardly mattered to us as we were happy in ‘myself era’.
I
understand, my narration is nothing new, everyone is going through same phase
more or less, but what I am trying to ponder is that why we lose ourselves in
the process of gaining other?
Ironical
the line ‘do you love me’ often asked by our loved ones, narrates ‘me’.
Ask
yourself, do you?
Love myself,
find myself.
