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The change

I've changed from being a regular movie viewer and book reader to a non-reader/ 'rare-reader' and an occasional movie viewer.


I've changed from the old me, who used to check everyone's WhatsApp status without skipping a single one, and opened and replied to every message at the very moment, to the new me, who replies to messages very late and doesn't show any interest in checking statuses. 

I've changed from the old me, who gets stressed out over small things, and gets sad just thinking about it, to a new me, who doesn't even mind big things and avoids unnecessary thoughts.


I've changed from the me who was quick to approach people, and struggled to get away from some of them, to the new, me who keeps my distance from people and tries to walk away from them at times. 

Maybe the change has made me not who I am. Or it could be a transition to a new me. 

The change is painful. Yet it is inevitable !


Wishing you all to have a good day. 

Thanking you :)
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