Why do I look for those like me?

I look out for people. Not anybody. But those; only those who talk, read, eat, pray and laugh like I do. Only those who think and dress and live like I do. Say hello!

I don’t know you, your path and valleys. I don’t know your nightmares, daydreams, wishes and hope. I believe, but, there is only one right way and that’s my way; maybe untrue, nevertheless strong. Bigoted!

No singular truth and universal false, I know. Still I will call you wrong. Laugh at you; your choices; your existence. Funny!

‘Love everyone, friends, foes and all alike’ my religion says. But I hate, reject, mock, shoo away and blame it all on religion. What would God be thinking? Laughing? Orthodox!

Stubborn, narrow, immovable, intolerable, inflexible, judgmental, conceited; sorry, there is no room for you. Mind is so full of self; holding on to things, judgments, attitude and opinions. Haven’t learnt yet to let go, haven’t learnt to clean up, create room and catch-up. Lonesome!

So full of self and still can’t love self- complete and full. I want to see me in you. Can’t say I love me, but I’ll claim to love you. Silly!

And yes! All of this and all of me is all of you. Certainly!