After I was Born

“Who what am I? My answer: I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’ve gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each ‘I’, every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you’ll have to swallow the world.”
― Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children

There are two things that define me; reading and travelling.

When I was a little, I had a book before I could read. That’s because when I was 4 years old, I asked my parents to buy me a book though I still couldn’t read. The book itself was without any pictures and contained over 300 pages, about the history of religion and god. In fact, I finished it when I was nine.

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