How often have you faced the crisis of tracing where your identity lies? You may think I maybe fooling around but sir, let me remind you, it isn't as easy a question for the most of our likes. The very first blog that I wrote was on my confusing identity ties, I was not confident back then. I guess I had a long way to go when it came to owning one's identity. Today, I atleast have some answers. Anecdote 1: " In which language do you think", asked my friend. I was taken back. Well at that very moment I was thinking in Assamese. "Oxomia", I replied. "Well, do you speak Oxomia at home?" , she furrowed her glance in disbelief. "No, we speak Nepali", I added. I was beginning to see the plathora of confusion rising in her wee head. I was beginning to enjoy it . I maintained my composure. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. "How come you speak Oxomia so well?" , she blurted out. "Well, I am as much an Oxomia as you a