Am I Everything You Think I Am?
A good friend of mine from school and I still keep in contact, although we’re busy with our lives and are at opposite corners of the earth. As time permits, we do what most friends do: send long audio notes and wait for replies as and when time allows. Recently, after a long time, we caught up with a series of these long audio notes, discussing traumas from the past and the process of healing—whether self-healing or spiritual. My friend is not a Christian, but she understands when I talk about healing from Jesus and the healing that can come only through Him. Anyway, today the discussion led me to a surprising revelation, which I thought I should write about. When we were 7 years young, we had an unforgettable English teacher at school. She was stylish, always wore a saree, as teachers were required to, and was good-looking. But that was the only good thing we could tell about as kids. She inflicted trauma on us that we carried for years. Since I did not have a pleasant chi...