Flipping Through Myself Anonymous

Momentary sadness descended on my face. The crescent moon in the night sky looks just as beautiful as ever, but today something is different. Is my smile mocking me, or does the moon look a little skeptical? Up until now, I’ve always thought that my life was full of thrilling adventures and unmistakable duende. But as I sit down with a cup of coffee, a pen, and a notebook- I realize that my life has been remarkably normal.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander through its various creases, flitting across various parts of me, stopping at a particular bookshelf- the one I had dedicated to my roots - my beliefs. I see the myriad of books stacked in each of the ledges. The bookshelf is old; so full of books and yet it manages to remember all the intricate details of my life until this day. There are books of every genre, written and read by me from the preface to the conclusion. They have taught me so much; but more than anything else, these pages, filled with my life experiences, have directed me to be my own hero.

At the bottom shelf, lie my favorite books. These are the ones which define who I am. As a part of my Indian heritage, I essentially believe in the "Panchmahabhoot" which gestates the human body as a composition of the...