September 06, 2025

I roamed in a scrawny sun-kissed body when I was younger. I used to love every strand of sun and all fabric of the world. For such a disheveled child, I ran the fastest and talked the loudest. I thought no one can restrain me. I felt everyone and all things were meant to adore me. As gradually the voices in my home left, I stole some of their fats and wondered if anyone would like me. The shades became clearer and my country was just a bit darker and colder. Even then, I had faith that there was no one who could hate me. But when I left my home, I was so afraid of being hated. I pondered who must I love and what made me. However, I was fairly certain that the future was where I was meant to be. Until, I lost the faith. From then on, I was always lost. I was scared in all times. They called me phenomenal. But in the dead of night, I called it my most precious mask. I have now morphed with the mask. I am sure of what I am. I am a Pinnochio dancing on the stage, waiting for the curtain to fall.