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The young and their restless search for happiness
Our wandering days are an endless search for happiness. Yet happiness weaves in and out of our days; fluid and hard to contain. What if we were stripped of all our different personae? Could we run faster, will we be happier?

Categorized and filed according to our assigned roles, it becomes immensely difficult to define what the ‘self’ really is. We are torn between wanting to be free and wanting to meet the expectations of society and our loved ones’. Unable to claim ownership over the aspirations we have been told to pursue, we continue to float directionless like driftwood.

If we'd known our grandparents as our freedom fighters, shouldn't our grandchildren then know us as the dream weavers?