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A Mark

                                      

"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do, defines you", very strong thought mentioned by Batman. And yes, our actions makes us who we are, rather than our thoughts. But have you ever noticed that our thoughts as well as actions are inspired by people around us?

It's rather rather very simple. Like a child learns every little habit from his parents, siblings and other family members, we too, observe and learn from the society. Sometimes consciously and many times subconsciously. We all do this, because every connection we develop with a person creates a mark in our lives. It's not necessary that the person creating the mark is very important, but somehow s/he will give you something that will stay with you. A mark that probably will stay with us even if those people aren't with us. 

It could be very simple things like picking up a phrase while talking, or an habit like eating KitKat or Cadbury, or maybe listening to Gazals, or falling in love with certain places which these people loved, the examples are endless. And for a guy like me, I recall such people every time I do the something they taught me, probably unintentionally.  

And when I remember those folks, I realized another sweet thought. Our own identity, something we try to maintain too desperately, isn't entirely ours. We are what our people are. So this post is dedicated to all my people who are or were with me, with whom I probably share infinite habits.  

And I hope, if not today, someday I'll be able to leave a mark to people in my life :)


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