"Boquet Of Laughter"

By Saainee Nanda

I heard an old friend laugh today, and it sounded like someone I used to love, someone similar. I told her it was comforting, and she told me she had borrowed it, she had taken a piece of personality from someone else she knew, and she had grown her collection, like a bouquet of laughter. And I realized my laugh was not mine either, and one I had borrowed from an old friend, her. So I can’t help but wonder if we’ve all met different versions of the same person. And that person is all of us. 

By Saainee Nanda