strchld_prncess (strchld_prncess) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2008-02-07 10:00:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | manasa arasaratnam |
Who Am I?
Who Am I? That's officially the most loaded question I've ever been asked,to be honest. Most people can come with something,but therein lies the problem:It's not just me.
My name is Ritika Mukherjee and I'm real....or at least I think I am. You see,my sister and I share the same body and as far as I can remember,it's always been this way. I can't remember anything before I was six,but I only know she's always been there,even if she didn't say anything. Her name is Manasa and unlike me,she remembers everything about our mother. She said daddy programmed her to be a current version of a goddess named Manasa Devi,but she said it's not important how they made me. I only know that I'm not supposed to ask questions I don't want the answers to,play with zest and do whatever I'm told.
Everyone has their opinion,but I don't know anymore. I only know that everything I am,she isn't and vice-versa. I can survive on the surface and love to play sports outside,but if she's around the sunlight,it burns her skin and makes it impossible to see. The surface confused her and she didn't understand what human were telling her,so I promised I'd make it better,if only she slept. I want to be a hippie and go to Berkley to be a Marine Biologist,but she wants to take back the surface and told me it's what our mother wanted.
If I think I'm real and my cousin,my fiancee and my friends insist I'm real and have things to live for,it means I'm real...doesn't it? :-/
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