Middle class-iya. No matter what I do, or what level of success I reach, that is what I will always be termed as - for preferring to travel alone, for having no curfews, for having a seemingly dysfunctional family, for living on the wrong side of the bridge. It doesnt hurt, because I am proud of what I am today. I was one of those people who would discard my lineage because I wanted to rise above it. But I’m proud of it now. I announce my presence whenever people term as lassi drinking idiots. Does that make me a martyr? Does it make me better than anyone else? Does my lingering depression give me allowances? Is my never ending rage excusable? No. It doesn’t make me anything. It might lower me further in everyone’s eyes.

This summer, all I want to do is to shed my skin again. Its been too long and there is a lot of stuff I have held on to for the longest time. Good bye friend. If we meet again, I will not be this way. I will learn to leave you alone.

I have found my roots. I need to nourish them now.