I was 9. My grandfather used to sit on the steps in the front of the house sometimes in his retirement and joke with passerby and the inevitable visitors who would stop to say a quick hello but end up staying for dinner. He and my father had gone out so I had decided to imitate him in his spot, waiting for them to arrive.
It was the middle of summer and the small cement ramp that allowed us to bring my uncle's motorcycle up the steps into the courtyard of our property was cool in the evening sun, and served as a fantastic slide for my little body.
As I sat, a man rolled up on his scooter. It was beige--one of those Vespa types--and since we're in mid-1990s India, probably a Bajaj. He lifted a small bottle to his lips. Then through a hole in his pants, he brought out what I (in my mature age) now refer to as a 'dangle' and began playing with himself.
I remember staring at him with a frown on my face, unphased and challenging him. He fumbled for a bit, likely drunk, then drove the bike to t...
Reinvention isn't something that always needs a start date down the road. Sometimes, you wake up and realize that there are things that need to change and that today is the time to make it happen.
Today was that day for me.
Over the last year, I've done my best to float above the waves but I've drowned between school, work, and a million goals. Having drive and ambition are some of the best things someone can possess in their arsenal--how else are you supposed to make life better for you and everyone around you? But I was sinking fast. And something needed to change. My fear of missing out (Holla if you've got FOMO too!) was becoming dangerous and I was treading the line of Spread Too Thin And Missing Out Anyway.
Every day, I woke up tired, disorganized and purposeless. For me, that's a strange feeling--to be so displaced and stepping so carefully in life that I felt like I was walking on eggshells All. The. Time. With a buffalo on my back. I could not, for the life of me, figure out wher...