Wanderer

Wanderer

A wanderer. What she used to call her self. She was not a wanderer of places Instead wanderer of thoughts. A ponderer who would just sit and rove in the world of her own. A smiling face with everlasting smile on it. So many things in her head but only few were spoken. She was engrossed in her thoughts. Ironically, she was she was caged, living in the cage of her dilemmas. A place where she had to wait for other people’s affirmations. Cage where she could not even breathe without permits. Yet her thoughts never let her to settled in that cage. Life she chose, was directed by others. For their happy faces she suffocated herald. She gave control of her life to others. Her life was all about meeting up to others expectations. The music she sings, the writing she write and the personality she build up, was for others. Deep in her heart she always craved for freedom. Freedom to be the author of her story. However, at the back of her head, she knew that she has adapted this slavery. Slave? Was that even a right word to describe her? She asked herself many a times. Sometimes her thoughts elope her to a new world and other times they were the only reason for her confinement.
Your thoughts become things and make the person who you are. Choose them wisely. They can make you a wanderer or a prisoner.

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Prerna Singh
Journalism+student.

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