It was just last night, that I came to know, I was more like Voldemort. Not the evil part, maybe. But the whole Horcrux episode . Even my soul too is in many places, split, and saved in nearly seven spots! There were more than seven, but time took most of them! Still, there are a few left! The important ones. Some of them were alive and had a soul, where mine was carved in. Others were just purely me, my ideas, my memories, my vision, and myself. Voldemort. He made them out of fear for his life. But for me, it was something else. Love? Care? Commitment? Or maybe fear itself!!! The fear of losing out! The fear of losing myself, the fear of losing an old me, whom I knew for more than two decades. These Horcruxes. They were my need to stay alive, in the past. But now, I'm unable to build new Horcruxes! Maybe there are no more pieces of my soul left! Just embracing each moment with the good old ones, forever. And, the last day, it happened!!! One of those seven was destroy...