Yes this is me, sometimes my depression kills me out and sometimes I hail that depression takes me over. I was born with mistakes and then slowly was buttered with pride and then was adorned with arrogance and so I was lost in the pool of divine insecurity! When slowly I was exposed, I felt a burnt deep inside my then clinical heart and so it picked the litter around it, which it had created and ran to the dark allies when it was forced to look at the sun. my ego resting on my shoulder adjusted well there, in those dark allies so I ran, ran as I had not run in my life, I ran leaving behind all that, that was coming to expose me and so I ran, ran and ran and huffed. My eyes were vague now, they were fearful and were trembling, they were terrified and wanted to just switch off the vicinity. Dark ,dark, darkness was the virtue of my adorned arrogance and pride for I never saw myself being tittered into pieces, I was there all still, I was letting the wind surmount me, I was letting the tempest thrash me, I was, since, I was afraid to see my real self adorned with mistakes. I was afraid of being exposed!

Amidst all this all of a sudden my self woke up leaving behind my corpse. It tarried around for a while and silently watched the outside world. It saw a child falling down, after that my “self” closed it eyes and said wincingly, feeling a past pain, “ohh! So he fall that too just in the start of his venture!!, my poor child, I mercy upon you, I let my soul bleed for you, how can you just fall and stall all that in the beginning” and then my “self” opened his eyes and doubted what he saw, the child was laughing and giggling and then he again fall and again the child dusted away the mud on his pants, ran and laughed and disappeared in the crowd. My self questioned,” who gave him enough power to rise up against all odds, after all he is just a child, who after all?” and then my self walked a few more miles puzzling himself and then saw an ant, he laughed at it and said, “how small you are. Why do u toil so much all exposed in this sun?” the ant didn’t answer but went away leaving behind a trail “I’ll talk u later, don’t have much time to think on this.” And then again my self wondered, “How can such a small creature be so busy that it can’t even ponder on the size that she’s given by god? Isn’t she insecure?” My self was under the azure, under the sun, in middle of the wind in whose anger he wanted to thrash his corpse down. And then came the delight “ice-cream!” my self was approaching it with all hunger and then saw a girl with pity dressing being lambasted away by the seller, this time myself knew the girl will broke up, she will cry hard and this time my self will see a face similar to his corpse’s face. The girl exchanged envious look with the seller and moved away my self followed her forgetting the delight of that icy cream behind. What he saw was a splash of water thrown onto him and the girl said,” come on lets have fun in this water and have some icy moments of life, why to think of that wretched soul ,come on!” my self was startled and taken a back,” how can she be so delightful? She was tattered, she was insulted, she was incubated with a pain, known to my self as “insult”, and how is she so happy?”

My self ran again this time with tearful eyes of no terror but of agony, of pain saying why? Why did I let my corpse lay down in that dark ally and why didn’t I see the beauty resting for me under the azure? Why didn’t I let my bosom exposed to the sun, to bear its heat, why did I choose to laugh in the dark allies shadowing my arrogance? Why? My self stumbled and stood exhausted in front of my corpse. It was strange, my corpse for the first time exposed the innocence of the child to my self, showed how important was it to do the silly mistakes in its life, how important was it for it to laugh on every fall it received. And then the tear of redemption flowed down the cheeks of my “self” how a brazen tyrant was I on this innocent child in me, how brutally I hid it under a pretense of intelligence? How after every fall I punished it and made it cry for a mistake that was so obvious to be made? How? And then amidst that river of tears I saw the “ant” in it. It was so timid as a corpse and how did my self let it ponder on its size and killed it’s aspiration saying again and again “don’t move or here sheds this wrapper of pride that you behold, you will be exposed, better sit and enjoy the hoarding that you owe saying, “I’m perfect!” my self broke up,” why didn’t I let it try, why did I fail to realize that the way to grow is to fall, this earth holds the momentum of our success, the more we fall the higher we rise, so why did I let the fear seep into my corpse, the fear of being exposed, the fear of being laughed about, when this was actually it wanted, to “grow”.” My “self” cried and howled but the pain that it captured was a pain of no sound but heavy dark water shedding all the arrogance left in it. My “self” now saw the wounds it gave to my corpse, and a wound heavily carved in the heart of my corpse, the heart which stopped responding to my own self, my “self” knew the reason behind it for it was my “self” which betrayed it and killed all its desires and captivated it in a small chamber. My self has nothing for its retribution except the tears, the howls, and the pain that it suffered. It cried all sitting in front of my corpse. My corpse which was cold now, was bathed in the river flowing from the eyes of my self, was resting motionless as if a proud testimony of a god’s unknown will.

And then my self shifted itself and ran again, this time taking the corpse with itself and ran as fast as possible, it ran with a glow in its eyes, with a search, with an aim that gave it a smile, and my corpse shook itself and ran in tandem with my self, they both ran and ran and halted in front of that water splash where the girl called my “self” my self said to my corpse,” come on lets enjoy!! Lets enjoy the fun of making mistakes and getting exposed!1” and this time my corpse was lightened up and along with my “self” looked towards the ether and my once clinical heart said, “lets enjoy. Come on!!”