(The inspiration for this post came after reading a beautiful thought on a friend‘s Facebook page. Individuality is such a rare factor these days, with many of us (sometimes including me) trying to be someone else. All for the sake of getting into somebody’s good books. Then, I read an apt quote by Johnny Depp, “I think everybody’s weird. We should all celebrate our individuality and not be embarrassed or ashamed of it.” Now, who can argue with Johnny boy? And it got me thinking about my own weirdness and quirks that make me….well…me!)
I am not a morning person but I love waking up to the chirping sound of birds.
Chocolate is the answer to all the problems. And then Coffee.
The best sound in the world is the sound of waves lashing against each other and the rocks.
I love scavenging for sea shells and coloured stones.
I am not a believer but every time I see the vast expanse of an ocean or the might of a mountain, I experience God.
Sometimes, I dance with a complete abandon. It’s my way to get a high.
When I am really happy, I throw my head back and laugh a throaty laughter. People then call me mad but I am just happy.
I love the feeling of ocean water slowly washing my feet.
I have many expensive gifts but the best one is a black marble Ganesha given to me by some villagers from a tiny hamlet in Rajasthan.
I don’t care for perfection; imperfections are endearing.
There are many things that make Me.
Just like many things that make You.
Then why this rush to be someone else?