Lost things!

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I slept at 2.00 am and got up at 5.40 am, made some tea and here I am in front of the phone screen, pouring things out of my mind. 

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There are some instances in your life, which randomly trigger something in you and then you come to know that ohh shit, you cannot even function without it. 

I wonder where all these things go which are not exactly lost, but are also not visible at that particular moment. 

You know for sure that the thing is right there in that place somewhere, but still you cannot find it. This makes you so restless that you start crying the shit out of your head.

You keep searching for the thing but you aren't successful. At last you decide to stop but you know you cannot, because at that moment you feel like your entire life is revolving around a particular thing and you can't just let it go and move on. 

In Fact you don't even know how to move on. You lie on your bed after some time, staring at the fan and the ceiling, wondering, " Why me? Where did I even go wrong?"

You start blaming yourself for being careless and not being able to remember. There is a vacuum in your head and eventually this makes you fall asleep, but not for a long time, within an hour you are awake. 

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Now you decide to give it another try. 

The moment you start doing this, your hands and brain automatically take you to the place where the thing is lying helpless. As if you aren't the one searching for it, but it is the thing which is actually calling you back. 

You know when it gets hard? The moment you realise that, a few minutes back, you had searched the exact same place but you had got nothing. 

You feel much better now, but still you wonder, where the lost things go, and suddenly reappear after sometime. You laugh at yourself for panicking and getting anxious, losing your night sleep, inviting the panda eyes, constantly fidgeting to cope up, and then staring at your lost friend, slowly embracing it and allowing your body to finally rest without fidgeting. 

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Believe me, sometimes this process is so long that you start losing hope. 

I am not used to this feeling, but the only thing I can interpret is that, sometimes things get lost on purpose, just to make you understand their worth in your life.

No matter how hard you try to find them, (even at the right place) they will not uncover themselves. It is only when the lost things decide to actually get back to you. 

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We should not only be grateful towards the people in our lives, but also towards these tiny things which unconsciously fill the cracks and crevices of our hearts.

These things too need our attention, make sure to embrace them and thank them for being in our lives and making it beautiful. 

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To all the lost things in my life, 

"Sorry for ghosting you sometimes, and not taking proper care of you all. 

You matter to me a lot, keep poking me whenever you feel that it's necessary, but make sure you come back to me, cause sometimes you don't even have a slightest hint of how important you are to me and how life just stops moving and then everything is a huge mess without you. Next time if you decide to ghost me, please at least take some part of me with you, so that if I take a little longer to find, you will always have bits of me accompanying you."

Shruti🙍‍♀️

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So maybe now the dish

And my best spoon

Are playing hide and seek

Just behind the moon

Waiting there until

It's time to show

Spring is like that now

Far beneath the snow

Hiding in the place

Where the lost things go

From,

The place where lost things go.

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