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  • I know not where I am
    I know not where I'll go,
    Once I know I was loved,
    Today I know that, no more.

    Once, as I sat down for lunch on the old wooden bench, I noticed a tiny white, soft feather lying next to me. With a desire to capture it, I left my sandwich on the side. While looking through the lens...a strange sense of loneliness ran down my spine...I started noticing it closely and realising that in this very moment, this feather was way more than just a feather to me...it was an image of myself today.

    Just like me, I believe it must have been on a journey to the high blue bright skies, once or more times. Having known for my accomplishments as an entrepreneurial business woman, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend...all the roles of a woman who can stand with a high head, in this pretentious society. Regularly coming on radio talks, TV interviews, new papers etc...felt like an achievement to me, but to many I was on a high for greed, selfishness and money more than anything.

    Feeling the similarity between me and this feather, I realised no one notices the effort that goes into helping the bird to reach the high skies, no one knows, if at all this particular feather exists, amongst the thousand feathers around it, and the worst part is no one even cares to know that it exists !!

    And then a day comes, the feather decides...its time for a change, as it's had enough. It says, to itself, "Just because I was born as a feather, doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of my life helping only one bird to fly, what if there is more than that I am capable of doing!?!"

    With that thought, it unleashes it self, from its destiny, and breaks free to the reality of becoming something more than just a feather. To many, this may sound stupid, silly and completely insane. BUT to me, choosing the destiny one wants to live, is a decision we are born with and it's our right to be free.

    The feather, as it sat down next to me, in that very minute, did become much much more than just a feather. It was the voice of guidance for me, to help me persuade in the direction of my dreams...and so a day came when I left all I had, my friends, feelings, emotions, all the 'things' I had collected over time...everything and anything, that I felt would hold my flight and moved to a new country to live, study and follow my dreams.

    I will always, look back to that feather as it made me realize the hidden dreams I had in me...

    ...and today as you reading this, the soft tiny white feather is guiding you to your path of dreams...fly with it, as it becomes your wings, just as became mine.

    I know not where I am
    I know not where I'll go,
    All I know is this
    I am here to fly, as I reach for skies to glow.
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