Not everyone of us is lucky to choose one's status in life! While some are born with the mindset of a god, there are others born stamped as worshipers. All their lives, they spend looking out for their deity; a lord of their world, their little universe. Someone whom they could love with all their passion like a worshiping monk in the Himalayas; someone whom they could place on an alter and present with a sacrifice of their own self, a self lost in that Self.
But the search of each devotee is not promised to bear fruit. Upon not succeeding in finding their god, they begin to carve out one for themselves. For some, the idol takes the form of an endearing human; for others, the thought of a life lost in loving the wrong person.
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The "I" within onself to be displaced.
"har chand subuk-dast hue but shikanii mein
ham hain to abhii raah mein hai sang-e-giraan aur"
-ghalib
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