Lying on my sofa after the Online class and lunch , I just pondered over my unfriendly thoughts lingering in my mind to and fro. What am I here for? Just to be bored of the routine tearful life with duties chasing after me and me trying to run away from all that to some unavoidable and unknown imaginary place where I am with myself and with "someone" who can lead me to my crazy adventurous journey full of humor, fun, love, compassion, empathy and care. The care and accompaniment that I wished to get from "someone" who is indispensable in my life and unfortunately doesn't exist in my life. It's all about "someone" who could understand me as I am, listen to me whenever I wanted to share, irrespective of whether it is happiness or sorrow. A "someone" who would always be available for me at the nick of the moment I feel like crying.
After years of my breathing out a life of my own, I have found that "someone" at last. Funny right? You might think now who is that "someone". Definitely your naughty mind might express its pity on me by answering that the " someone " would be somebody of my dreams, the partner in all my crimes, my other half, my friend, my parents, my child, or my lover ( if any). But after a decade of experiencing and juggling with the realities of love and life we understand that, that "someone" is none other than me , me, me and myself. It takes half of our lives to understand the fact that it's only ourselves who can play that "someone" at times of our difficulty. There might be many who support you , who are good to you but it's only you who can be there for yourself as that "someone" 24*7 and forever every second of your life who doesn't adjust with you but who can understand you as you are without being dramatic, without being fake, without being the unknown.