Like any other daughter my father has besotted me. He continues to be my SUPERMAN. I have always aspired to be like him. In my quest to be like him I always imitated him and never bothered to be reduced to being his shadow. I am contented to be his replica with no uniqueness of my own. I copied him in every way I could, but harboured the belief that I could never write. However, my loved ones believed that I should write and it is their motivation that I am writing.
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So, I am again imitating my father, but the response that I receive is not an imitation. People many times don’t agree with my thoughts, and I am grateful to them for not agreeing. I never wrote with the intention of ‘I know all’ or ‘I am correct.’ For me, the expression is more relevant than to be correct. Disagreement enriches me with the finer complexities that sharpen my sensitivities. Procuring knowledge is more overwhelming than being agreeable.
I feel blessed to bear witness to an age that is immersed in the ocean of knowledge. All kinds of literature, art, science is accessible. Amid such opulence, my prerogative to distinguish right from wrong, love from hatred and opportunism from selflessness becomes blurred. The impetus is to enhance my susceptibility and understanding of every living soul without emboldening it to choose sides. The rawness and naivety of bare emotions and desires help me to realise the face of a world that it innocent and honest unloaded with the burden of civilization.
I am a wanderer…relishing life in an absolute way.
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