I found myself sleeping soundly in my Mom’s lap...oblivious of future...
I found myself playing with orange, vibrant, naughty sunshine in my Mom’s garden...amidst the bed of roses and chrysanthemum...
I found myself following Mom in every room holding her Saree...
I found myself snoring under my favourite lemon tree...the lemons with awesome aroma taking away all my anxiety...
I found myself figuring out a way for climbing a mango tree in Grandpa’s garden...
And then running for life when a bunch of monkeys did not like that idea...
I found myself fighting with my kid sister and then repenting till today...
I found myself leading my cousins and sister through a plan to steal guavas from Mr Krishnamurthy’s garden...
I found myself growing up and forgetting all these tiny weeny pleasures...
And getting entangled in false interpretation of love through loads of Mills and Boons...
I found myself as a wife, a mother and amidst loads of turmoil...wondering restlessly in a restaurant...
Even though I have revived my soul through my son’s childhood...still how much of my worries am I dumping on him subconsciously...how much??
I found myself thinking whether the orange sun could come and play with my son as his baseball...to take away any trace of negativity from his life... 
I need to change myself ...I have always known that, tried that and failed...
I want to give up, and stop trying to be a super woman...
I am dead already...lost already...whom are you searching for in my dead body...??
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