Writing an autobiography is not an easy task. My existence is linked to many others. Do I have a right to reveal the role they played in my life?
I checked into a hotel for a couple of days to write peacefully. I luxuriated in the solitude, and the pleasure of being served breakfast in bed. But today is different.
A familiar voice floats through the balcony, and the sound of another person sobbing. I listen unashamedly. This conversation is giving me new insights – enough to change my story, and the mental script that I have lived with so far.
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I love the mystery of the familiar voice; is this a betrayal from someone close, is this the realisation of a secret suddenly being discovered?
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It just emphasizes that we write our mental stories about people, without knowing all the dimensions of a personality or situation.
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So nicely done Reena and I agree I lot of reading between the lines needed today…
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Thank you so much!
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I feel reading between the lines might be necessary here.
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Yes. Quite a lot!
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