“Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?”Scott Turow Life can be messy. It is by no means a linear trajectory with one thing after the other. Amidst the cacophony, we seek the meaning of it all. And we search for who we are. That identity, the self that we manifest is one that is influenced by many things - most external, some internal. The teacher that said you would never get physics. The father who told you that could do anything you put your mind to. The friend who accused you of wasting your privilege. Often, we internalise these things, and they...