it takes me 20+ years to finally realize what a beautiful culture Indian is, how blind I was before for being so fazed with the ideals of being malay. Yes, I admit it, I was a fool to reject part of me - the indian side of me. I feel like another part of me just bloom with happiness when I embrace the one that I didnt see, or kept hidden.. I only knows my self, love myself after I learn slowly of who I am, where I came from, the countries my ancestors originated from.. perhaps Ill return back to the root, visiting all of the traces of my family.. alas, the whole world, technically, is my family. Just, this one, is more specific, specifically mine.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 14:40:57 +0000
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