Today as it happened, I was wondering How it would be if I could be myself, the one who I was, the one I lost long ago, the one who was boisterous, the one I would have been if I hadn’t came to Kashmir. I miss myself too much. I h miss my friends, my home, my life, my freedom and the thing I miss the most is my laughter. The recklessness, the wandering along with my friends, the hangouts, the school bunkings, the riverside walks, the carrom games, the so-called group studies, everything that I enjoyed at home. I miss those days. I miss Myself. I want to be me again, I want to go home, I want to hangout with my friends, I want everything that I had, Once. Only if I could……..
Missing Myself |
Be who you are, not what others want you to be. Because once you lose yourself, the You will be desperate to be what you were, but will not be able to.
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