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I remember when I was 9 years old, I thought about "who I am" for the very first time.. I was in the toilet, taking my sweet sweet time thinking about various things people can think about in the toilet.. we didn't have mobile phones then.. we only had one mobile which was used for calling purposes for everyone.. so there was no chance of taking your mobile to poo.. there I was thinking about life and death.. that people die and it all ends somehow... and our lives will end too.. my parents, my loved ones, my friends, includinging me, we all will die one day.. and it seemed impossible, weird, because it seemed not normal.. then came to mind the thought, what happens when I die.. I got scared.. because somehow I felt attached to my inner self.. I didn't know what it was.. I just knew that was "I" that I talk with.. whenever I fight with friends, I give my "I" the excuses why I was right.. and then when I feel happy or sad or think or do anything,...