“I can't imagine physically leaving Florida. » My classmate's words echoed in my head. I couldn't imagine the idea of ​​staying in one place; it seemed too foreign and strange to understand, as if it was contrary to my nature, to my identity. My mind and body have been in motion throughout my life; fluid and changing as I grew up in India, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, UAE and America. Each takes a foothold in my identity, without complete immersion in any. The movements of my life have helped shape my perspective, behavior, and beliefs, but more importantly, they have made me realize that my identity is an ever-changing flow of energy. It is built on a process of imitation, innovation and challenges from a multicultural compilation of observations and reflections. Therefore, staying in one place is against my nature. My foundation and roots have spread across the world, and I strive to one day make it my home. I often like to say that I was born on the Silk Road. Similar to this ancient phenomenon, my identity developed on the routes of cultural transmission across the world by accepting the donations of its trade. My road trip originates from the coast of the Yamuna rivers, in a town called Aligarh. My passport undeniably marks me as Indian, and I am named as such everywhere I go. However, India is not the first image that comes to mind when I think of the comfort of home, but it is always a part of me. It is a gateway to my ancestors, my religious customs, my celebrations, my social practices and my beliefs. Essentially, when I want to look more closely within myself, I often reflect on the fruits of commerce with which my Indian origin has blessed me. It is worth noting the folk tales of my esteemed Rajput ancestors that my grandmother would whisper in the middle of a paper......and few people could even understand the idea of ​​a life of passion. I understood why everyone felt like she had other choices, they imagined her having the same options as women today in their society. They looked at her life from the perspective of third generation feminism. But that generation did not arrive in this novel, nor in many places in the developing world in which I have lived. I could not have come to the same conclusion if I had been fully immersed in the societies of modern and developing countries. companies. My view of patriarchy has been shaped through my experiences and, similarly, most understandings of the cultural barriers I face are shaped when the different ideologies of my roots come together to clash. The adversity of it all, however, is just the trigger for an explosion of epiphanies that draw upon my soul to make me who I am..