My story begins on an Excel Sheet. An Excel sheet on a Compaq computer in a garage filled with giant cardboard boxes. I remember sitting on the steps to our garage; my mother shouting out cryptic patterns of letters and numbers and the soft clicking of my keyboard. After that, is a blur. Probably because I couldn’t see through my teary eyes and smudged glasses. I remember thinking-no, knowing- that I wasn’t even going to recognize America again and soon I’d have an Indian accent as thick as my father’s moustache. India was 20 hour plane ride away, and for those 20 hours, I was going to be wallowing in self-pity. Okay, fine, maybe 20 minutes.
When we landed in Coimbatore, a swarm of memories hit me in the face, like the swarm of mosquitoes I walked into. Snippets of thoughts and feelings. A girl who lived across the street to my grandparents. She and I went peacock hunting, but only returned with wind-whipped hair and dirty feet. Sleeping on a bed with my family on a …show more content…
If I told you, I don’t know how much would be true or something I say to make me feel better. I know for a fact, that I’m definitely much less of stickler for the rules, but following them doesn’t always hurt. My cats taught me to love unconditionally and to forgive and forget. My amazing teachers showed my true interest that is science and not “animal training” as I thought in second grade. But here’s where it gets hazy: Have I become a social bitterly or have I realized that I am an introvert at heart? Have a developed into a bookworm or just became a person with an appreciation for books? If we venture deeper and deeper, it’s harder to discern between truth and ego fluff. Maybe I never mentally changed, just physically. I guess that’s up to the people who knew me both pre-India and post-India. But I can neither confirm nor deny the statement of increased fashion sense, to be ego-fluff or fact. (Hint: it’s the
When we landed in Coimbatore, a swarm of memories hit me in the face, like the swarm of mosquitoes I walked into. Snippets of thoughts and feelings. A girl who lived across the street to my grandparents. She and I went peacock hunting, but only returned with wind-whipped hair and dirty feet. Sleeping on a bed with my family on a …show more content…
If I told you, I don’t know how much would be true or something I say to make me feel better. I know for a fact, that I’m definitely much less of stickler for the rules, but following them doesn’t always hurt. My cats taught me to love unconditionally and to forgive and forget. My amazing teachers showed my true interest that is science and not “animal training” as I thought in second grade. But here’s where it gets hazy: Have I become a social bitterly or have I realized that I am an introvert at heart? Have a developed into a bookworm or just became a person with an appreciation for books? If we venture deeper and deeper, it’s harder to discern between truth and ego fluff. Maybe I never mentally changed, just physically. I guess that’s up to the people who knew me both pre-India and post-India. But I can neither confirm nor deny the statement of increased fashion sense, to be ego-fluff or fact. (Hint: it’s the