My identity has evolved credit to the past. It’s a story that is in progress. The wrinkles on my forehead are not just lines caused by the sun but of the time that aged me. I am the only storyteller of my life.
In this broken world I am trying to remain who I am. Grounded and authentic. Yet mould that story of my life with intent.
Memory is not just information from the lived life it has Meaning !
I know the promising potential in memory !
WELL SAID ,SUNIL
ReplyDeleteThanks Sunil. I know a few Sunil. Your last name?
DeleteHi Anjali, this is Bee from the former blog Jugalbandi. I don't know if you remember me, but I am glad you are doing well. If you wish to reconnect, I am at purple.rain.gal@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteHi Bee lovely to hear from you. Thank you for email id. Will write to you soon.
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