Bangalore Diary Part 4
September 1, 2016
For many years, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Everything seemed hunky – dory. But then came a point when life stopped, just like that....... I shocked myself by stopping to recognize me. I have always been my best friend. And one fine morning, she was gone and left me to grope in the dark. And that could be scary – VERY SCARY.
I always knew that being on the brighter side of life was a Herculean task. But I hardly left no stones unturned to make my life better. I could easily identify my flaws, earlier. The process of rectifying them made me a stronger person. And, one fine morning, I just forgot how to do that.
Whenever, I looked at the mirror, I could not recognize the girl in there. That might be the reason why the reflections never got registered in my mind. Another way of putting it is : “I don’t like the girl in the mirror. Because she is so lost and that’s not me.”
Then, one day reality struck like a thunder bolt. Even the strongest woman could get tired of being strong.
I started thinking of all those personality development quotes which once made me strong but in vain.
Then came the next realization - “I was acting strong.”
I mean…I was not in fact strong but acting as if I was strong….. Oh My God…..
After so many years, to be precise 12 years, I shut myself in a room, switched off all the lights and started crying and crying.
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