Who am I???
My presence on this earth is defined by the name given to me, by the parents who had chosen this name from the thousands of names. My presence on this earth is marked by the name of the country I born in. I realized my presence when some one call me by my name, when some one relate me with my birth place, with my religion, with my caste. Is it me… who is captured by these dimensions? These dimensions are never designed by me. I can get away from this but what will be my identity.
A friend, a son, a husband, a father... is it what I am?
Born in May 1982, I am traveled a long way to reach here. Today I am searching for those days, I am trying to figure it out … I am trying to remember…how the days were? I could see the drowsy images of the past… I could see the images which are marked by some unusual dimensions… the other pictures are faded away with times.
Who am I?.. if I could not see myself in the past.
If I don’t ask this question today I may ask this again some day in life.
My identity may change with time…
I may not get time to realize it… I may not get time to change it.
I may forget... Who am I?
