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Finding myself
and then losing all over again is a game I play with myself. A dangerous game! A game of knowing it all, a game of uncertainty. Uncertainty! The person I am, and the person I’m not. The way I present myself and the way people see me, and then...the way I am. But well, haven’t I lost myself again? But do I care? I am me and I know me. Even though I’m not always me. But that’s always me. Ah! Suspicious! Is that the word that comes to your mind? I know, I am. ‘Coz whoever u don’t understand, is suspicious. But what if the person is revealing.. Revealing her All… All the more the reason to be suspicious. Because we do not reveal all And that is called Sane. When we reveal all, We become SUSPICIOUS… 21 December 2006
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