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I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Challenges

Maybe everyone goes through this. Or maybe they don't. I'm not one to wash my dirty linen in public, so I won't go into details about whatever the fuck is going on with my "friends." I'll just let you know that something is.

I wonder if being a foreigner has anything to do with it.

Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't.

Other Indians around me seem to be perfectly fine. They just hang out with each other.

The problem with me is, I'm probably not Indian enough to be content in an entire group of conservative Indians. I'm also not content enough to be in a group of supremely liberal Americans.

I just don't know what I want.

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2 comments:

  1. leyawnApril 12, 2011 at 3:05 PM

    such an honest post :)

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  2. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 9:31 PM

    I totally understand what you mean. I want to explore outside the box but I don't want to completely fall. Keep writing!

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