I am a sum total of what happened before me and everything that was/is/will-be done to me. I am everything that occurs after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come. I was born, to excel triumph heal love master and then yoke rip crunch bury all of this to re-incarnate a self without the alpha and omega of mundane being . I am my own evil twin, I am my own alter ego. I own my self, my feelings, my thoughts, my emotions. My life is a journey of self-discovery. I was born a thousand times and stabbed a thousand wounds in the thousand sunrises I stayed awake to see. I and me, we are on our flight to kill the many-headed-monsters within our selves. I am the deity who’ll kill the buffalo-riding ogre inside me someday. I am Shakti and I am Satan. I can levitate my wishes, give them wings and set them free, and I also can bottle them up with a cork and swallow the green venom of its decay. No matter how overblown it sounds, my life is no less than a Bombay-talkie melodrama for me. My past exists only in memories, while the future still sleeps only in dreams. The present is the only fortune I can drape my body with. Don’t fill up my mind with histories of my self as I don’t really care. I have a dozen new wishes gushing from my mind and a thousand escorting optimisms at its heels each day. I am just a micro-atom of the millions of me scattered all over the universe. You can see parts of me lying abandoned inside the urchins along the streets. You can see me in pieces in the colour of the monsoon sky or the fallen leaves of autumn. I am a daughter, friend, lover, dreamer, healer, follower, leader, accuser, feeler, and inceptor of myself. I am a crumbling ghost-face of Uma Parvati Chamunda Kali Durga Sati.. I m the green red blue onion garlic burnt smell of envy anger pride.. I am me. I am what I am. That’s all there is.