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Dear Voice

Dear voice in my head,


Is a thank you, going to be good enough for you? 
More than an inner voice, you have been a soulmate to me.
As weird as it sounds, it is the truth. 
Thank you for the times when I felt lost in the crowd and when I turned around, you were right there. 
Thank you for being humorous,
For the times I said what I wanted to (even if it was never out loud).
For the times I had evil plans for each individual but unlike an Indian tele series it was just between the two of us.
For the times when I was misunderstood by many but not by you. 
Thank you for not letting my ego control your voice. 
Thank you for being that voice that didn’t use words some times. 
There have been times when I didn’t make plans according to you. Thank you, that you didn’t follow others and say, “I told you so.” 
Also, Thank you for making me believe that the waiter was walking towards me with my order (It wasn’t MINE!).
Thank you for taking care of my pockets and making me believe that I should choose Pizza over Chicken biryani ( When I could easily have had the best of both worlds). 

Thank you for turning down the endless advice given by the so called civilised individuals, the sanctimonious people and the over experienced peers. 
Thank you for teaching me the value of a no. 
Thank you for not letting me fit in the crowd. 

For the times, I have let myself down, you have let me down some times, was it because we were wrong or was it because the society had rules?

I have an endless list to thank you for, the biggest reason would be, 


Thank you for letting me be… me

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