Personal Narrative-Cultural Analysis

I never sang in a church choir when I was younger. Never did I stand amidst a group of children and sing fearlessly, knowing that any slight mistake of mine might be masked by a chorus of melodies surrounding me; instead, as is done in my religion, I sang alone. We call them shabads- hymns, sung of the verses written by our gurus many centuries ago. I was classically trained from the age of 5, and by 10 I was the child star of our church. Though I was somewhat introverted, my confidence shined through when I sang on stage before hundreds of people. I remember how proud my parents used to be; how normal we seemed as a family. However, if there is one cliché I have learned to be true since those, my years of naivety, it is that change is constant. Oh, how change hit me like a tornado on a lonely day in my hometown of Fort Worth, Texas. I was only 12 when my parents told me they were getting divorced. I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that they fought, but I never expected such drastic measures to be taken. I had been living in a protected bubble, where I was taught the humble ways of my parents’ Indian culture; but that day, my bubble burst, and I was faced with the challenge of making a terrifying decision that would determine my …show more content…
The three years I spent with my mother in India were the turning point of my youth; not only did I grow in age and academia, but my personality transformed from one of delicate shyness to bold confidence. India gave me what is now my favorite pastime- writing poetry. But more importantly, it gave me the experience to be able to proudly call myself a world citizen. After all, we must have the capability to shape ourselves in order to be presentable to society as not just citizens of a nation, but citizens of the world. It brings me great joy to say that I now find no difficulty in adjusting to the social climate wherever my travels take