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One Morning

It was four am in the morning. My room was filled with a sharp chill. 'The air conditioner must have been blaring the entire night.' I thought. I turned around the bed to check the time, as I reached for the bedside lantern my hand passed through it. I tried to clasp my phone near the oak-wood table but again my hand passed right through it. I was bolt awake in horror. I fumbled down the bed and reached for the door but couldn't grasp it. Everything around me had turned into mist. I brought my hand closer to my cheeks. 'Whoosh!' it passed right through it. 'How is it possible?' I looked around the room. I could see myself sleeping peacefully as I was walking around the room.

The quintessential question arose that had remained unanswered for a long time. Who am I? The one without form or the one with shape sleeping peacefully on the bed? Who am I at the authentic core? And How would I know? Where should I go? What should I do?

I sat there on the floor near my bed, confused by the questions, scared by the possibilities, afraid of the outcomes and then suddenly a white light spread across the room. I closed my eyes instinctively and felt at peace with myself as if one with the creator. "To know who you are, you have to find where you have lost yourself."A voice spoke. "I don't know, where exactly..." I said bewildered. "Then go back to your roots and find your authentic self, the one whom arms cannot destroy, fire can't burn, water can't drench and winds can't blow dry. When you understand this you and me are no different." The voice echoed in the room.

"How will I understand this?" I asked earnestly. "It will take an adventure of a lifetime and you should already be on it and if you are not then now is a great time."

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