Like I had always been looking for you. Shall I say that? B’coz I never knew what I was looking for. I had times when I cried intensely for that something, and still never knew what “that something” was. I got along with people; I got away; again got along with new ones. I always felt that loss of something; of something that I have never had. And then after a while, still a long while ago, I made up my mind that I was looking for myself; this search was to be independent from anyone else. I made up my mind that something is missing from me and only I can fill that up. I need to improve myself; I need to find me myself. I put my short bio on twitter with a shair of Iqbal:
Dhoondhata phirta hoon aye “Iqbal” apne aap ko,
Aap hii goya musaafir aap hi manzil hoo.n main!
I keep wandering, oh Iqbal, in search of my self,
As if I am a traveller and I myself am the destination!
I remember myself crying, and crying until I fell asleep, scribbling this shair, and similar stuff, on a paper.