Reflections of the Self

It needs immense focus and determination to write a memoir, not to mention the discipline and a routine. However, the most difficult part of writing a memoir is coming to terms with the self. And discovering the self is such a complex process. There are layers and layers of the self that have to be exposed and the end-product is the nakedness that is described in the form of words in this memoir. Sometimes, it is easy to peel off these layers of prejudices and memories, some biases and some emotions, but the final outcome is not something that is the gospel truth. It is so because there is nobody to question you on the sort of line of thinking and words that you choose to represent the body of a memoir, in the sense that everything preordained by the way one’s neural networks are wired.
That’s why I titled this memoir as ‘reflections of the self’, as the true nature of the self cannot possibly be determined merely by words and just by living one life. It takes several iterations when one truly understands the real self and perhaps that is what liberation or Moksha is all about.