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The Trap.

Well,I am back after a long time here.All of a sudden a thought came that okay,Navya you have something unsaid, unfinished ! I was trapped for most of the times.I was trapped in the society's expectations.Most of the times,Navya would not do what her interests were.
I remember my childhood self running across the neighbours,hills, arecanut farms,watching her favourite shows and prolly discussing the same with her friends.Mentaly I consider myself as that seven year old Navya,still.
It's been seventeen bittersweet years where my outer personality has tried to take a shape of society's container,just like water ..I would say dirty water.I am still supposed to act like I am a tenant in my own body.As if no sync between what I am and what I am doing.
Most of us are the same right?
Just that I am not eveaporating like that water I compared with.
I feel most of us are like those unsold dragon fruits due to the oversupply.
Why would I need guts to pursue my own hobbies?
My body houses two souls. One my true self and one the practical Navya who would verify and discard my thoughts if not fitting into the society.
But meanwhile I can't discard my own self,is there a let away? 
My prime years are drained,But is there a little hope left?

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