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It was hot and I was sweating. No, not from the blaring sun but from what lies ahead. I drank some water to calm down, straighten up and fix my dupatta. Even though I looked even more presentable, I felt more than a mess. You see, I had an appointment with my mistakes.

I might be making one now (mistake, not appointment) but it was as if this was something I had to do. They had been piling up, stacking up and now I guess I had to face the music. Again, bullets of sweat dropped on the floor.

It has been a whirlwind past months. I have set aims, set priorities, made agendas, made plans and eventually did act on them. But something went always not wrong but off. I tried to set it right like correcting a crooked frame but that was spraying oil on the fire. So, that’s the second reason; here I am to see what, how, when the OFF light turned on. The indication to go in; I cleared my throat, took a breath and stepped in.

Feeling intimidated is an understatement to what I am feeling. The big mistakes with stacked up files barred by desks, sat around me. I was motioned towards one. Mistake number one looks at me and with every blink and I hear a tick. Is it I or is she flickering?

Slowly as in severe lethargy introduced me as the latecomer. My face painted an astonishing picture. I was never late. As she was just a part of me, she read my mind. On the last word, my head hangs so low it may just fall off. With a mental note to never be any kind of late and so I quickened my pace to next. Figured it out and got it over as soon as possible.

Next, I faced the mistake all bruised up. In my mind, I thought of all the people I had been even mildly rude with. But he pointed at me. He spat fire as he pointed every bruise that represented me ignoring myself from the skin to soul. Spitting more fire. I felt as I have melted to the ground.

Holding myself barely together, I walked out. Not knowing my next step, I drank some water again. But I didn’t need to know because not knowingly I had taken a step towards success. How do I know that? well, because success was standing just within my reach…