India, April 13 -- By Suvir Saran

New Delhi [India], April 13 (ANI): "Main apni talaash mein hoon, mera koi rahnuma nahi hai, Woh kya dikhayenge raah mujhko, jinhe khud apna pata nahi hai."

These lines drift in and out of my head, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a full-throated song. I sing them often--while stuck in traffic, staring at the ceiling before sleep, or on those days when the world feels like it's spinning too fast and standing still all at once. They speak to a certain untethering--of searching without a clear guide, of journeying without a map, of not knowing quite where you are but knowing you must keep going.

That sense of movement--of being a traveller through systems, through spaces, through identity itself--...