Walking through the canyons of trees and plants, I wet my feet. The dew drops left behind by night that had passes soothe the pain caused by thorns among the bushes. I walk ahead.
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
I don't have one. I don't know why. I walk ahead. Walking as just the muscular & mechanical action. I do not get any pleasure or joy in walking. The greean around has been toned down like numbed by pain. I know that something from within me is seeping out. But I like the feeling. It does not drain my energy. It neither does give me hope. I just walk on - without energy to even take one step ahead, without having the hope of living the next moment.
I walk on...
As the road strtches forward, I dont look ahead but I look back! Back into my life...
Did I forget how to look forward? I don't know. I don't care to know.
I am in a crowd. I am alone. I am laughing. I am crying. I simply smile. I am hurt. I am happy. I am sad. I am inert. I am simply scared. Which one of this is the real 'I'? Where do I find the real 'I'? Or is there a real 'I' at all? I don't know. I don't want to know.
There has been just a single person in my life. There has been a family in my life. There have been a hundred people in my life... no, even a thousand that I know of. A whole country. A whole planet that I lived in. But I very rarel crossed my city limits. How is the life beyond? What is the life beyond?
I don't know. I don't care to know.
I am not alone. I am jostling in a crowd. A crowd which is many me. I am several people. People pf different kind, different attitudes. People who feel free for different reasons. People who are bound for different reasons. People who are happy like me. People who are sad like me. People most unlike me. People most like me. They are all me. They all atleast have my face.
I am many people bacause I am woman.
"I define myself: I am a woman."
