I just packed my bags and left.
Myself, my family, my friends, my belongings, my home, my books, my childhood memories, my love, my enemies, everything.....just in a search of new me.
I was betrayed or I betrayed them...don't know.
Everyone left me or I left them....don't know.
They hate me or I hate them.....don't know.
They misunderstood me or I misunderstood them....don't know.
My friends left me one by one....because of their ego or something else. Those who used to say, "we are with you forever."
They don't even know whether I am living or dead.
My family...I used to be a good, innocent, obedient, loving, child till the age of 18years.
After that, I become rebellious. It was the fragrance of blooming love inside me. I was madly in love.
And that madness forced me to choose between my family and my love. Obviously, I chose love.
The family who used to say we are with you forever...left me alone. They broke all ties with me.
And that love didn't stay for long. It was a journey of 5 years only. He promised me that he would stay with me forever....only one person I expected to fulfill his promise...God took him away from me.
I was broke. The carefree, extrovert girl becomes introvert, reserved nature. I chose books as my love, my life, my friends, my family because I heard that
'Books are your best friends - no expectation, no demands.'
I started writing....but it cheated me too. My upcoming novel was stolen. Someone else copied it and my career was finished before it could get started.
Nobody, including me, didn't knew....who was I?? Where was I going?? What happened to me??
I had lost myself.
Maybe after 3 months, I got something which inspired me. It was a piece of paper. A poem was written on it.
'Koshish karne waalon ki Kabhi haar nahi hoti.
Lehro se darker nauka paar nhi hoti.'
It was a poem written by Harivansh Rai Bachchan.
I just packed my bags and left..... In the search of new me.