Rhea Pandey

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They ask me who I am? The question I keep asking myself a million times…… Who knows me better than myself, Yet no adjectives occur my mind. Cause I never thought about who I am but always who I wanted to be…. A visionary, an innovator and a writer… I am bursting with thoughts inside my head, yet as calm and tranquil from outside like a sea…. My life has been about being the perfect kind…. Perfect, the adjective which seems highly overrated now, Now is the time when I contemplate who I really am? Am that person, who is always lost in thoughts Thoughts which seem sometimes pointless and yet have so much of an impact…. I think more and fraternize less I read more and talk less I observe more and notice less I care more and show less I have my own special circle yet I am a mystery to them Those are the people, who I asked who I really am? Am thoughtful and passionate they say… With my own sense of humor So, the question finally comes to an end…. About who really I am? Cause finding yourself isn’t a task… a task comes to an end, but a journey goes on…. So the journey it is about finding my self…. With the dreamer inside me…….