There is an 'I' in all of us. We often overlook it, we often ignore. It is not exactly our fault. In this busy world we seldom get time to see within us, to talk to us, to know us. Let me explore that 'I' in me.

Something is lost in the race, something has gone, something I think I knew, something I think I had once possessed, something I had owned someday. How was it, I can't very well remember but a vague picture is visible. It is something I had recently seen in a glass. If I remember it right, I was there, the glass was there...and then the race began...and then that 'something' was lost. I still cannot remember what exactly was it? Let me try once again. Let me bring the glass...and I think I am here. Something is still missing! Oh! no the image is not there. Yes, that 'something' was like an image...oh no that 'something' was an I. It means I have lost myself. Then who is this standing against the glass? Who is arguing about the loss? I? But that is lost.
The race but continues, a race without an 'I' in it,a race without an eye, a blind race. I have to run somehow, for some reasons, to reach somewhere...someday...
HURRY UP!