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Calcutta, India

I have always swung back and forth between alienation and relatedness. As a child, I would try to run away from the world, from the people who most definitely would not like to fit into my frame of expectations and imaginations, and always knew that if I could run far enough, then any leaf, any insect, any bird, any breeze could bring me to my true home. I knew I did not belong among every one of those people.. fake minds, poor souls. But now I realize whatever they hated about me was a human thing; the non-human world has always loved me. I can't remember when it was otherwise. But I have been emotionally crippled by this. There is nothing romantic about being young and angry, or even about