DEAR DI.MO,

CHAPTER-II "AND THAT'S ME...AN IDENTITY ERROR"

EPISTLE-VI
DEAR DI.MO,
They had evidence, they had proven results. That could be the truth but they were just a handful in number.
Science...explaining away all the mysteries by empirical inquiry, leaving no need for ancient wisdom took the stage of the faithful, fervent believers of spiritual forces. And from that moment onwards they rejected the tag of being "the chosen one" and followed the path of theorizing and postulation.
A room full of people trying to harmonize the truth they propagate. They pointed out the erroneous darkness promulgated by the "people-next-door". I was moved. For a moment I thought that I have shifted from the threatening hands to a more transparent area. But the dilemma was still there in my mind. At least for some part of this journey, I was one among the "chosen" and I am thankful to them for sharing their stories that contributed a big part to who I am today. But who I am today also reflects other values that I have grown into. So, I cast the cloak of secrecy and confusion away and moved on.
They tried to name me, they tried to categorize me under their tagline. But I have much more to discover. The legacy of my ancestors, the puzzle behind existence, the theory of  creation...
This is not the end. It is just a start to my quest. But unlike others I have no name, gender, caste, religion and nationality. "I" could be you and this could be your life. So let us move together to unlock the forthcoming.

EPISTLE-VII
DEAR DI.MO,
I don't know what awaits me inside the next door. But I knew that step by step I am getting closer to exposure. The world has something more captivating to gift me. An identity!
Listen to me carefully, I am going to reveal a secret in our culture. Things may have changed while you are reading this. But once, this secret led the whole system in our world.
"You are born as a girl and you are not supposed to talk aloud"."Is this what a girl supposed to wear?" "Seriously, you can't cook?" "I sometimes wish I was a boy" "Why are you crying? You are a boy". "All men are molesters".
These phrases and questions existed once we had an educational yet prejudiced hypocritical society. Intriguing isn't it? I know! I felt the same when I was led to the next door.This would be an interesting chapter though. Because, here I am trying to portray a war of words...
Unlike the first room, this place was different. It was more like a grooming area from where we were taught to act according to the societal norms. None noticed my arrival since everyone was busy getting sorted. They had a book of canon which had different sets of rules for the lad and lass. I was pretty curious to know what is written in those books. I grabbed one when no one was watching. I moved into a corner and started reading the rule book.
"TO THE PRETTY LADIES"
*You are expected to be patient, calm, shy, honest, loyal, exploitable, tempting, obeying, curvy, quiet and vulnerable.
*You should not have an opinion of your own.
*Kitchen is your world. {LEARN TO COOK IS A MUST}
*Husbands=God. Obey them and live accordingly.
*Talking loud, wearing short dresses are not a sign of a PERFECT IDEAL WOMAN.
'TO THE HANDSOME GENTLEMEN"
*You are expected to be bold, strong, emotionless, ruling and messy.
*Never cry, be a man.
*If you are not into sports, you don't fall under the category of men.
*Grow a beard.
The rules went on. There were hundreds of such...written and unwritten. They opened the exit door for the sorted ones. Those puppets acted according to what they have been taught. None questioned their individuality. The picture I drew out of that room was not about acquiring an identity by one's own deed but was all about building up a personality on the foundation  laid by society. Now I know that even though one is born as an individual, under the category of humans; the little surprises hidden around us make us what we actually are. I don't know if the rules made any sense but I knew that I am not ready to get tagged yet. So...,

EPISTLE-VIII
DEAR DI.MO,
Yeah, I escaped. I had to. Or else they would have imposed the rules on me as well. But I knew this would never be the end of anything. Whenever I escape from getting named or identified; I was preparing myself for something big. This is not a prophecy. But there are things that are already written for us. Some are assured, where others come after how we regard the occurrence encompassing us.
The journey was dubious. I never knew what was coming next. I know I say this a lot but trust me, it wasn't that easy to connect the untitled fragments. A call to adventure...I was unprepared and everything that happened was unexpected. I resumed my journey. The confusion I had in the beginning has turned into a fright. Am I being watched? I felt the unhurried breath of someone whizzed past. I felt the gaze from the shady windows of the soul. I looked around and the emptiness of the place echoed the fluttering of my heart. The place wasn't dark. But the brightness of the lumos shadowed the secrecy of the future.
From what I have experienced so far, I was not expecting the next door to be gratifying. "Do try to open all doors." His words weren't that inspiring but I hope he knew how curious I was. I couldn't help my fear to let me down and withdraw from my purpose. Or maybe I couldn't because I was confined?