When I Met Myself
“You look sad.” Wise Me said. “What are you even talking about. I'm fine.” I said. “You know, being fine is probably the worst you can be.” I hated Wise Me. Why does he have to make sense all the time ? “Who’s happy these days, anyway ?” I retorted. “A lot of people who want to be. And is it a good argument that you're giving for not being happy ?” Wise me. Arrggggghhh…. How he got on my nerves ! “Okay. I am not happy. Are you happy now ?” “Why would I be happy about that. Remember you and me, we’re not different.” “Then how come you're always at peace with things and indifferent to troubles ?” “I am not indifferent or cold. I am a part of you. You should know how I work.” Wise me said. It felt as if he was being mean to me but I, for once, asked calmly “It’s not that simple and you know that.” “Achcha tell me, do you think you're a good person ?” I didn’t have an answer for that. May be I’ve never thought abo...