Where Am I?

I was peeling an onion,
as a hand of help to my wife.
Along I was reeling
feeling in my thoughts.
I lost myself.
When asked,
Where is the onion?
To my surprise,
I did not find it anywhere.
There is a littler of skins.
Neither had I found it.
Nor had I found myself.
world disintegrated lie flat!
Where am I?

by Satheesan Rangorath

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