Written by Harsahej Mann.

Are you you or them? Am I me or you? What am I, but the experiences I had through you? Am I just another extension cord, leading to you? Is there a me at all? Am I “I” or am I just an artificially induced you?
We do not often realise it, even as it happens. Every second, the edges of our “ self” are grated off by the abrasive gaze of the other . Even as I write this, the grated edges of my “self” may be falling like snowflakes , on the cold hard marble flooring of my room . Whether they are actually falling, I cannot say for as I said we often do not realise it, even while our self is disintegrating into mere dust.