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Identity, like a delicate boundary, manifests itself in the bloom of flowers, the groves of trees, the moth-bitten streetlights, and the nostalgia of incomplete photographs. It is the intricate collage that binds us to our past, present, and future.
Etched deeply into the neuronal strings of the brains, our birthplace never fades; it remains a cornerstone of our being, a silent witness to our journey through life. No matter how many different rhythms a foreign country plays, with every month marching close, we trace the essence of something left behind or bygone or forgotten.
It is the story of sameness, interconnectedness, and unionism – a shared narrative coming from common beliefs, struggles, and triumphs which diminishes the concept of ‘insufficient’.
For example a toasty corn and its aroma can have a calling and it can keep you running head over heels with a sense of childhood recognition. The one cooked by your grandmother in an open clay oven lined by cow’s dung to make fire .
But now such distinct things ( one of their own kinds ) do not exist .
