>My want to be ‘me’ seems farcical when I realise how much I am like the people who surround me. What is ‘me’ but a genetic blend of parts of people who’ve influenced me, knowingly and unknowingly. I look around and see shades of me in my parents, my aunts and uncles, my siblings and wonder, what really is not me?!
Last week was spent in a whirr of activities, none of which required me to be so involved that I’d forget everything else. But then, the Great Indian Wedding Drama is such – you can be part of the celebrations without being a part of either the bride or the groom’s life! And enjoy it thoroughly.
For the first time too, I traveled light. And that too was a liberating feeling.
I read about the Spiaggio Rosa – a private bit of a beach in Italy reserved for women only. It makes sense because men and women essentially seem like two very different species to me now. And though I’m quite straight, I still think women are easier to live with (and not just because they know what PMS feels like), though men might seem more interesting for a while.