Ctrl+Alt+Del: Reclaiming the Self
Ctrl+Alt+Del: Reclaiming the Self On the due course of the midnights of summers, where it felt hot on some and breezy on others; Somewhere in the spaces between them , I chose escapism- I lost myself in the nature and smelled something anew. I found myself back again with a spark. A spark , they say it never fades. But I? I would rather say the end to it is inevitable. Later then did I know all it needs is a resurgeance, A recalcitrance that can make it glisten once again - for it never faded off extensively, rather just paused for a while. Isn't summer all about this? Isn't thus what they call a 'summer glow-up'? I'm here with a revival of a 'me' , that somewhere down the lane had forgotten herself; But through this, I learnt something - Whilst winters, springs and autumns can throw you into a long mindless rat race, Summers have this magical superpower that bring you back. The phase is just as evitable as the permanence of the rest; But maybe, just ma...