A journey of self and memory
“She always had the sense that her real life is happening somewhere else, very far away, happening without her”. I once read this at an early age, and it became the far yet so close voice that whispers at the back of my head all the time. I kept thinking how I would never want to reach this stage, of feeling that my life is happening somewhere else, and I am not part of it. I wanted to be everywhere, doing everything! One thing I did not know, however, is that in my endeavors to be part of my own life, there will be an invincible feeling of yearning— yearning for…everything. Leaving my home country behind, as a relentless endeavor to find, and, better yet, be part of my own life, left me an insidious feeling of yearning that comes crawling to me every now and then. My lungs sometimes inflate with the onrush of memories— of family, of people, of places. I close my eyes and all this darkness there is gets colored by the most beautiful palette of these memories being revived, a...