It's your life. Make it yours.

Life is a journey. I've started to imagine our lives as trains. The journey begins at birth and ends only at death. In between these two extremities awaits the marvellous journey called Life. We all share some common stations like childhood, school, career, marriage, children and old age. There are people who enter our lives as passengers; some of them leave us at different stations while some remain with us till we reach the end point. But in this journey, how we carve ourselves and our lives is what makes us different from others. The route of your life is going to be different than mine, because each one of us is unique in our own way. Unfortunately, some of us try becoming something else,someone else.

Who Am I?

Around midnight, I lie comfortably on my bed, lazing around, wondering if there’s someone who feels exactly the way I feel right now,

We all are humans with our individualistic qualities. We know where we are now but do we really know WHO we are now? Who am I? A human, a girl, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a lover, an advisor, a student? No. These are just nouns. But do these dictionary nouns really define me? Does simply being a human define my existence?

Am I just the obedient, lovable daughter of my parents? Am I just the notorious little sister? Am I just a trustworthy friend with a shoulder for people to cry on? Am I just the girl who can be loved by a gentle, kind heart? Am I someone’s priority? Or am I the problem creator? Am I the sweet girl with a kind heart or am I the angered woman with revenge in my blood? Am I searching for someone or am I waiting to be searched by someone?  Surely, I am something much more than all of this. Much better.

Who am I? I am confused. I am a dreamer. A wanderer. I am lost. And I am trying to search myself. I am tangled in the quest of life. I am tied with strings to people, relations, dreams and actions. Every string pulls me towards a different direction, making me a puppet dancing to the tunes of others voices, choices. And may be, amongst all these voices, I have somewhere lost mine.