Or third best, or fourth.. or not being in the picture at all. This is something I admit I wasn’t really very good at when I was little – a character trait that was probably fueled by my competence in a variety of fields. (My pompousness is still very much intact, evidently.)
Why I’m writing this is unknown to even me; but I know I dedicate this piece of writing to all those times we (or at least I) have felt inferior or inadequate, when we’ve seen others do great at things we thought we were brilliant at. The primary cause of concern in these situations is the doubt that presents itself in the form of those hurtful, self- deprecating questions we pose to ourselves.
Ek cheez aati thi tujhe, usme bhi koi aur better nikla