Why fit in when you are born to stand out?

Let me introduce myself, I am known as 'Warrior Princess' because I have chosen to fight like a seasoned warrior the whole journey to the very end. I was officially named as Payel Bhattacharya and only this name remained but the irrelevant ones which every Bangali gets, however, were forgotten with time and there happens to be almost nobody who remembers those ridiculous names lacking elegance and affection. But my mum still calls me by my pet name though, but I am glad the other disappeared in the mists of time.

Today you are you,

That is truer than true,

There's no one alive who is you-er than you.

Just now while introducing myself I felt the violent jerk of an earthquake. The schedule created by the Universe for my entry into existence wasn't a well-planned one. I faced the first jolt...the first tremor of the seismic event when I was sixteen days old! I had a nasty infection in my neck which happened due to the negligence of the nurses, who didn't wash the newborn baby properly. It was so bad that it seemed like my neck was going to fall off. Doctors said chances of my survival were bleak, but I unwittingly didn't collapse. This became memorable for my parents, in view of the fact that it was the first tremor I survived but nobody knew that there were several aftershocks about to follow in the terrain of life.

The initial ones weren't discernable save to mum's sharp eyes whereas to others it seemed as if just a ripple of the landscape. The timeline of my life was seismologically unstable, and massive quakes were about to happen.

The upper story started shaking the whole structure when an extension was noted as the cause. It was taken down to preserve the solidity of the constitution. But without warning, as I staggered through the redressing procedure a crack ran along the way as the old ticker of my progenitor commenced to stutter but he withstood and life oscillated briefly and put me in a precarious position. A major fissure developed into a vital part of the network...along the fault line, a savage slayer put a ticking bomb to trigger the mightiest of the tremors and assumed that I was destined to die. He has a hobby of killing for the sake of gaining leverage and power. But destiny had other plans for me and I survived to thwart his plans but the power-mad megalomaniac stopped at nothing to remove my unwanted presence from his acquisitions. I was the unwanted interference but I went onwards in vitality despite the distinctly disquieting sensation under my feet which made me somewhat irritated swaying with the motion. It was my mum whose critical thinking and skills pulled me to my feet as I was almost demolishing myself, into a dust mound. I again got extensions attached to the lining of the upper story and entanglement of the cables. I am fighting that by steering myself, with her enormous courage balancing with mind and matter. Although it is difficult to balance with complacency, fear, concentrated cowardice, inertia and cynicism, sometimes misanthropic bitterness and indignation...a perfect recipe for demolition and annihilation.

You must be thinking I am crazy and my upper story has gone out of order. We are trapped in the world of words but sometimes we don't understand what they mean, every word becomes unique and it's up to you to decide whether you can paint different pictures or stick to the old one in the canvas of life. To tell you the truth my reality is different from yours here you can move things with your will and power of the mind, and you can journey through the wilderness, unaware, unconcerned of tomorrow, battle with blight motivated by mum's might as she says. "why fit in when you are born to stand out?"