Versions of Me
Today, I visited another version of myself. A younger version, one that smiled without care and laughed uninhibitedly. A version that I had almost forgotten existed. You see, in the last six years I have become someone I never thought I would need to be. It all started quite innocuously. Surfing through Netflix and Prime. Coming across an old movie, “Karma”. Watching bits and pieces of it and discussing favourite scenes with Sameer. Him, being him, insisting on showing me how several old movies’ iconic scenes were copied. And from there, going into the archives of my photo gallery. Ayana as a baby. How, even then, she was all over the place; jumping, climbing, running. Sameer and me, with black hair and chiseled jawlines, learning how to be parents. And then, Aarav. His first smile, his first steps, his first words. We, beaming as proud parents of two blessed kids. Life, as we always hoped and imagined, was perfect. But, as time moved, inevitably as it must, our faces and fates ...