Confessional

Oh, I don't know where to start, I really don't. Um, yesterday I got up in the morning, had breakfast, got dressed, and before I left the house I dug out some perfume - light, spritzy stuff I got in the States - and two pairs of stud earrings. I've still got them in now: a pair of red stones, because I always have a touch of red on me somewhere, and black ones, because I was wearing a plain black t-shirt.

This isn't as trivial as it appears. ( cut for length and some wangst )

Today, January 26th, is India's Republic Day. I am twenty years and one week old, and for the first time I'm an Indian citizen on Republic Day. I'm one of the billion people in the world's largest democracy, and one of another one besides. That's a wonderful thought. And beyond that, I'm nearly myself again. I'm reserved and silly and over-analytical to a fault, but I'm a real person with passion in her prose, and I won't lose my world again. This will happen again, but I'll be ready for it.