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She had been walking. For how long, even she did not remember. Walking in the woods, lost on the woods, she had no sense of direction, making it hard to find her way.
She seemed to be circling around. The trees started to look familiar. She was little scared. Of the dark, no, but of the unknown.
The darkness in fact comforted her. It let her hide her insecurities, her fear and her apprehensions.
She crossed the same tree for the third time. She knew it was the same. Suddenly she realised that even though she was lost, she was at peace. She knew then, she did not want to leave. She had found her way. Her way was to remain lost.

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Pallav said…
lost yet found....very profound...going round and round...

OMG!!LOL!!

N
Rex Venom said…
Peace is a personal thing. We all find it if we let it in.
I liked this. Made me think before I knew I was doing it!
Rock on!
"She crossed the same tree for the third time. She knew it was the same. Suddenly she realised that even though she was lost, she was at peace."

i liked these lines...i mean the main higlight of whteva u have written....

btw ,today i came across 2 blogs havin posts called lost
one was sameera's poem and other one urs

both were really good ... i mean each one in its own way

check my blog

http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/

ohk ,i hope that u wont mind if i blogroll you??/

if u mind then let me know :p
Bharti Bedi said…
@NM: wah wah!!;)

@Rex:Absolutely!!

@solatiry writer: hey thanks for liking it..
ill blogroll u back:)
ANC said…
This post reminds me of me. Im always lost..and I guess I always will be..losing my way around is such a part of who I am now :)
geetu.... said…
This has a whiff of nostalgia, a latent desire to lose oneself completly
Scribblers Inc said…
reminds me of this book called "the girl who loved Tom Gordon" by Stephen King...shud read it...neat stuff..get an e-book if you can.otherwise, brilliant jazz.

Scribblers Inc.
Rajesh said…
Liked reading...nice...the best was the last line..
Anonymous said…
hmmmmm..
ah Sometimes being lost is being found

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