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Tale- I

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 are. The only difference here is, I learnt Oxomia after I learnt to speak in Nepali", I defended.

 I was used to such questions and had long accepted the fact that no matter how much I tried ,some people would always have questions for me regarding my identity.

She didn't find my answers convincing. She kept on questioning about how could it be possible that I thought in one language whereas spoke in the other. I told her that I was bred in that way. I was taught the best of both cultures and thus I had alligience to both languages.

I told her that I was yet to find some answers and someday when I have found those, I would write to her.

Today, as I write this, I think some questions needn't have one singular answer. To many, my identity would be an open ended puzzle. To me, it defines who I am. I can't take the Nepali out of me nor can be without the Oxomia that resides in me. Thus, I may speak in one language and be comfortable in thinking with the other one.


There are more such tales, will write back soon.




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