From the moment we are born to the moment we draw our last breathe, society puts us into categories and slaps labels on us. We are given names, nationalities and norms to which we should adhere to.
There is this common narrative in movies and books that when you travel, you find yourself. My time so far in India has got me questioning the idea of ‘finding myself’. I remember when I told my friends that I was going to India
It was about 10:30am on Wednesday 13 April when we arrived in Mumbai international airport. We stepped out of the plane and walked through the never-ending blue and orange passageway. There were eleven of us, we each dragged our baggage and our tired bodies unto the arrivals desk.