WRITING MYSELF...

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The days are gone when expressing yourself to others used to be important to let them know how you feel about them. Putting effort just to see that person happy. Making that one person the most comfortable when they are with you. To make them feel like the most beautiful person on the Earth... Yes, The days are gone...

The days are gone when you crave for people's presence. When you expect someone to bring you a Masala Chai. When you want to get loved a bit less or more each day. 

The days are gone when independency means not taking money from your home. 

Today, I feel independent because I am writing myself. Yes, I am emotionally independent ( and might be empathetic) . I am craving for myself because for last some days, I am involved with lot of people that I couldn't get time to check on myself. I couldn't express myself to myself because I was more busy making them realize that they were important to me. In between, I missed introspecting myself. 

Today I missed my own presence, my existence, my relief. Today, I missed myself. 

Taking care of yourself doesn't means just grooming. It means you are keeping yourself happy and balanced out of all fuds. 

This may not be just me who felt that I am not able to give any personal space to myself. This may be you as well. Maybe you are also not getting time to express yourself to yourself. Maybe you love your work, your colleagues, your friends, and your parents more than yourself. Maybe you just don't get time to love yourself. Maybe you have more important priorities than yourself.

Everything is fine until you loose yourself. So, end it before it ends you and don't feel shy about loving yourself. Don't hesitate to write yourself (or expressing your love to yourself either ways)... 

At the end, you have to stay with yourself....

That was it for writing myself... (Because I can only express through my writings) 

With Love, 

Tanushka 






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