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When I was nine years old, I stared into the mirror on my parents’ cupboard – the one I had adorned with stickers of fruits – and committed that moment to memory. It was an experiment.

Skies and seas

The sea stretches as far as the horizon. There are small fishing boats lined across the shore in front of Casa Meena – the blue and white Portuguese style villa whose first-floor balcony gives me the perfect spot to stalk the night sea. I think the sea pretends. Subtle and demure throughout the day, maybe even playful; and yet at around 3 A.M when I look at her, she is twisted in turmoil. With every wave, she tries to break free, to be truly unrestricted but the currents keep her fierce and unsettled.

Ones worth preserving

Glass panes and dingy metal storage boxes. Museums and lost corners of the bed. They hold priceless objects handed over centuries.

As a kid, I never understood the point of museums – large halls with old things people pretentiously pointed at and talked about. For me, history would mean tales of average people, like my grandfather, who lived on the margins and died therein.

Haritha Nair is a second year MBA candidate at UC Berkeley, Haas School of Business. She is a Product Manager and Engineer by profession and is also pursuing a Masters in English Literature from Indira Gandhi National Open University. She spends most of her time developing tech products, reading and finding mundane muses to romanticize, or contributing to multiple social initiatives.

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