It was a room filled with ex-carmelites. Every face shown with pride and some others with boredom. Soon the bored faces were not to be seen around. This was an interesting turn. While I sat watching the crowd going from some 80 odd people to a handful 20 this is what I thought to myself.
I have been through a few cities and a few countries. I have studied in more than 3 colleges and met a few hundered different people from various walks of life. But is it that I am really made up of?
What is my brain made up of ? At the core, I am made up of those traditional values taught in school. I connect to the discipline, I was asked to follow when I was 6 – 16… What I respect is the people I were friends with in school and what I miss the most, is being the person I used to be then.
I hope today marks the beginning of what I might like to call ‘me’ . The me that wishes to be free but at the same time values the sense of belongingness. I am ‘me’ because I am passionate about every little thing that I do. But I never knew there was a lot who respected and loved me for that…
A much needed realisation, a much needed awakening and a much needed re-union! (Thanks to Ekta who pushed me to go for it)