I’ve often heard that what sets apart children from adults is their innocence and worldview. They are not corrupted by practicality and a way of life that caters to adults. They do what their heart desires. They dream without any limits. And they don’t wear masks.
I have always been open about how I feel. And in a recent conversation with an admirable woman, I learnt about the legacy she wants to leave behind. She said she wanted to be remembered as honest and kind. In that spirit, I have written a micro story on Instagram today.
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I want to take you along on the journey as I find myself in this new avatar. And show you how you could embrace yourself too. Will you join me? Double tap on Instagram, shout out to me on any social media platform, leave a comment below. I’ll be waiting to hear from you. :*
Now that you know what has been putting a spring in my step and keeping me up at night with excitement, it’s time to hear the stories of the women that have magically partaken in this journey with me. I asked them 3 very pertinent questions. Their replies were honest, instinctive and had me at hello.
Alice:When someone asks, what do you do?, what is your reply?
Himani: I’m a multiplex tycoon. Jk… I work with my dad who owns Gold Cinema, a chain of cinemas across India. Gold takes the multiplex experience to lakhs of people who have never experienced it before. The unique concept not only provides entertainment to 2 & 3 tier towns but also leads to development & urbanisation. Along with this I am also a freelance photographer specialising in portraiture, landscapes & travel photography.
Everywhere I went, they asked me, “What do you do?” I didn’t know how to answer that. I did so many things. And like Alice, I felt like I would change so many times over.
Then one day, it occurred to me. Who I was was more important than what I did. I was a strong girl when I began, full of thoughts and ideas about the way of life. I felt like I could take on anything. My words were my strength. I considered myself a writer. That was also my reply when someone asked me what I did. But somewhere in time, along the way, I felt I was being defined by words. I was slotting myself into categories. I was either a writer, a stylist, a blogger or a girl waiting to meet a boy. I went into a cocoon. I found comfort hiding behind these titles. I was static. Until one day, my heart started beating really fast. Every conversation I had was with another woman who had found herself. And somehow I was waiting. To break free from the cocoon. And emerge a butterfly. A happy creature with wings that could lift any weight on my shoulders. I came into my own and was truly my best self. I feel like that even now. Lighter, free and ready to take on the world. Almost as if my whole life has been a preparation for this very moment. Where I can put my best self forward and vibe on the same frequency as others.
I know there are many more who feel this way. And so, with this post, I am kick-starting a campaign. ‘Embrace yourself‘ is an all inclusive collaboration of cross-cultural and multi-faced creators who have one primary goal. To come into their own and give back to society and the world at large.
I was originally going to write this blog for Floh, and I’ve been thinking about it/mulling over it for a while. And suddenly, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to churn it out here for all you loyal readers.
I think I’ve enjoyed good conversations with boys ever since I was a teenager. In fact, in my late teens and early twenties, my ‘boy friends’ often dubbed me as ‘one of the dudes’. I could talk to them about movies, computers, technology, ‘girls’, travelling, everything under the sun, except cricket (I just can’t wrap my head around it despite several attempts).
I remember the day I acquired a cellphone. It was 2001, an evening in November, the 21st, to be precise, 4 days before my 13th birthday (?). I was not new to cellphones, I just hadn’t had my own before. That fateful night, without having activated the ‘9 to 9 scheme (Indian millennials know what I’m referring to)’, I had spent 6 hours of the night on the phone. Of course, the bill that ensued at the end of the month, ensured my postpaid connection be cut off for years to come, allowing me a reasonably allocated prepaid account.
If one thing hasn’t changed since I was 13, it’s the fact that I. Love. Talking. On The Phone.