Body is Home
It's been over a year since I moved away from Mumbai, half in hope, half escaping. I thought I was running toward a call; the closer I chased it, the more it seemed like an echo. Its motivations felt fake, hollow & meaningless- simultaneously- as purposeful and right. Because I was trying to do something for myself? It's been 10 years since I kept chasing my dreams of being an artist, it's like mastering to grasp ether with my fingers and palms. Clearly, an escape from the realities of the responsibilities I took on since I was a teen? This elusive, evasive identity forced and conformed my choices towards why? Because someone said I could, and because someone said I shouldn't. I thought catapulting into career mode and seeking out the ladder would give me a sense of purpose. But the more I came closer to learning and knowing, the less I seemed to desire or need it. I am an artist, just as everyone is. So what am I trying to prove? to the world more than my own inn...