When people tell me how much I remind them of my mother or my father I can’t but say, “No sh*t!” in my head. As humans and given the fact that we live in society, we can never be unique pieces. We are assemblages of people we idolise, people we work with, people we meet on the train, people we see on the television even people we fleetingly pass by on the street.
We are like an infinite mosaic – Our “tipri’s” are borrowed traits that in time we make our own. The same reason why we find raging similarities amongst close groups of people. It seems like a “mean” has been arithmetically drawn and done so most involuntarily.
I for one am an amalgamation of many people. I try and steal from any interesting person I come in contact with on any sensory level. Be it an efficient bai who I envy, an obsessive boss who I loathe or this unattainable rockstar who I have the hots for.
There are a copious number of people who arouse my curiosity. My partner is one of them. It feels strange because we are quite dissimilar. He is the complete opposite of who I am and of what I am. We are diametrically opposite in essence, in character and in behavior. Yet, I am attracted to him. He is everything I am not. He posesses the tipri’s that fill most of the empty parts of my mosaic and hence, he is valuable.
There are some parts of my mosaic that I want to chip away - Parts that make my mosaic a little ugly. People have told me that if I do, I’ll be a better mosaic, one of the best even. It’s hard but I have decided that I will try.
I’ve started chipping away (it hurts a little) and I’m on the look out for those perfect tipri's to fit right in.
Citation - Tipri’s (Hindi) are small colorful pieces of broken tiles.
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