Remebering Us

I don’t promise to remember the fairy tale.I don’t promise to remember any depressing story either. But I do promise to remember us as we were. Not perfect but nearly so. I’ll remember the time for the beautiful memories we have. I’ll remember the time for the stories we shared. I’ll remember the time for the things we gained. I’ll remember the time for the things we lost. I’ll remember the time for the lessons I learned. I’ll remember our moments together. I’ll remember our fights. I’ll remember the feelings. I’ll remember the touch. I’ll remember the embrace. I’ll remember the things we faced together.

I’ll remember our time.

I’ll remember you and me.

I’ll remember us.

Who Am I?

Who am i? What am i? Am I a writer or am I a painter? Am I a dreamer or am I an achiever? What is my identity? Do I HAVE an identity? I don’t know who I am. It seems to me that I am haunted by my own lack of identity. Earlier, I used to define myself by what I did in school, or what grades I got or what clothes I wore. But they really do not matter.

I Am yet to make the mark on the fine wall of this world. I have yet to show everyone who I am.

I want to be somebody. I don’t want to be anybody or nobody.

I’m afraid to die without doing something. I’m afraid to die. But I have hardly begun to live. I am afraid. Yes, afraid. I am afraid of the possibilities of the future. The dreaded, the unknown. I am afraid of what lies ahead of me, but its easier to move forwards then backwards.

I’m not really one of those patient people. I want success. I want fame. I want an individuality. I want independence. I want to be ME. I don’t want to live on somebody else’s support.

I m 16 years, 7 months and 23 days old. The world may, as yet, not know my name. The world may, as yet, not know me.

But I know that in all these years, I move a step forward everyday. In all the tears and all the laughs that cross my path, I embrace them and move forward. Forward to a better future. Forward to creating my own identity. Forward to being somebody. Everytime I learn a new thing, formulate a new theory or have any of my crazy ideas I know that I’m on the path of progress.

I know that I stumble a lot. I know that I make mistakes. I know that I am not perfect and neither do I ask for perfection. Perfection is just a myth, its just a vision. But that vision cannot be true because nobody is perfect.  But everytime I make a mistake or commit a folly, I know that I am learning. I know that I am on my way to everything I want.

I don’t know whether I’ll be able to make my dreams come true or not. Hell, I don’t even know whether I’m gonna get half-way there. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter as long as I give it my best. It doesn’t matter as long as I do everything I can within my power. It doesn’t matter as long as I enjoy what I am doing. It doesn’t matter if I have no regrets. And I don’t have regrets for anything I have done till now. Yes, some of things I did were stupid, no doubt they were dumb. But I prefer to look at it as an opportunity.

Remember world, remember… Someday… Someday, you will not know me as anybody or nobody but youwill know me as somebody. You will know me for what I am. An indivisual, with a identity of her own, and a name of her own. I will then proudly proclaim to all,"I AM SOUMYA SHARMA."