More about me: From an old unpublished post.

have you ever found you soul
carefully wrapped and stowed away in a set of old conversations
I did once, on a bus ride to Bangalore.
It was shrouded in words and youthful optimism
and an incredible ability to live with uncertainty.
While it was around,
I belonged to it
and to its very human creator
But things change.
(Thankfully, they do.)
Most of the time, we leave places behind.
Sometimes, you get lucky. The place leaves you.
The rooms dissolve in transparent light
And then, you can hope once again to find a new soul, one that is only yours.