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Different Saumyas

Couldn't post last week, hence two posts.

BTS, in their song Idol, have explored the idea of one person's being being constituted by many people. That is, one person having many different aspects to them, having three dimensional personalities, rather than just being the person we know them as. A human being consists of many people, all masquerading as one person.

This was particularly note-worthy to me since I always used to make, or divide, different versions of me to make different characters in playing pretend when I was younger. So, here are some of them.

Cute Saumya

Naive and innocent, this version of me seems to be the most common perception of me. She has no ulterior motives, and is always curious like a child. 

Intellectual Saumya

Oh Jeez I need this person to come back in my life more often now. Diligent and hardworking, she is always very keen on trying her best. She is what gets me my grades.

Edgy Saumya

This version of me was born when I joined my school van. Surrounded by people likewise, Saumya is good at snarky, quick comebacks that don't go too far.

Imaginative Saumya

This version of me which should have disappeared as I got older, but fortunately/unfortunately (you decide) didn't, can weave entirely new stories out of novels, movies, stories, or even a picture or a sentence. She is mostly invisible to the outside world.It's fun to meet her sometimes.

Panicky Saumya

Ah yes, the version of me that comes out every time I have to interact with a new person, or deal with a new situation. This person is despised, but is also needed sometimes, so that I can realize the value of calmness and the gravity of a situation.

Upset Saumya

Another version of Saumya that should have gone as I got older, this Saumya comes out when, well, I am upset. The answer to everything is "no" or some variation. The most useless version of me so far, is still a bit useful, so that I know the value of happiness.

Fun Saumya

The most favourite version of me, this person is happy, kind, fun-loving(obviously), outdoorsy and dare I say, athletic. The times when she is there are the most memorable and nostalgic.

So there they are, different versions of me. All of you know me strangely well now.

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