Definitions

And so it starts - I pull up a chair, stretch out my limbs and think. Think. Not worry, not imagine, not plan or be pressured by people, expectations... anything. I realise it's been a while since I did that; just snip the strings... and think.

Yes. Now that I am absolute; outside it all, I find clarity. And I find myself being pulled back to reality as my father calls my name. I am Reshma. What's in a name, I wonder? Mine has a remote connection to silk; smoothness. I like the sound of that. I like my name, I realise. And how it defines me.

How do you go about defining a person, though? Not by their connections and the roles they play; that is too variable. Not by their actions; that too is inconsistent. What is it, then, that defines a human being? Makes them who they are? Their essence lies... in their intent, perhaps?

I am baffled (clearly) but I'm glad I took the first step. Out of the corner of my mind, a door creaks; beckoning me. I smile to myself in content. I've begun... at last!