A question of traits - Conversation in Melbourne
The first time I landed in Melbourne , nearly a decade ago - I was unmistakably recognized as an "Indian". At that time, my entire demeanor was a give away, I guess. And now, In the last two days at least two of them have asked me "Are you from America?". I am not sure, in the interim, what perceptible differences have risen in me. Well it is true, that the last three years, I have been living a resurrected life, not so much in the work I do - but more so in the inner quality of my approach, attitude and sense of what is important, meaningful - and finding in myself that spark of what it is to be truly alive and kicking. But I am not sure if that is being an "American" in that sense of the word. I don't associate myself to any identity, nationally at least. I love American soil because it helps fulfill my destiny, and I am in proud to have been born and bought in India - because it made me what I am today . Beyond this twin likings, I don't make