Have you ever read your old blogposts and been struck by how your outlook and language have changed? Recently, I read some of my earliest posts on this blog. And I felt quite emotional about it. [ READ: My Sun is my Light ] Few points sprang to my mind: I used to write about personal things - it was a space to share my daily reflections, and now I no longer do that - now I am more guarded and wary. I used to write about things I feel strongly about - now I accept life as it is My dreams, my reflections, my musings have changed even in terms of my language - i am no longer the person who began writing this blog. Sometimes, when I read my old posts, I feel as though I'm seeing a stranger, who has no resemblance to me. Makes me wonder, "Who is this? Was it me?" Here are some of those old posts: Parents are Love It's Rainy...What Would You Eat? Wake Up Time: There's No Woman in the Moon Conversations with My Mother That Magical Feeling Stories Bring I find myself re...
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