This morning the sun was warm, the clouds were playing hide and seek, and the greens outside my window were swaying. Soft music played while I worked. My son snuggled beside me with his book, and just then a bright tiger butterfly flew by as if to say hello and show off its colors. I felt a gush of gratitude. 🦋 For decades I have been on a journey of finding myself. Some pieces came easily; others took time, courage, and a few deep breaths. Every step has brought me closer to who I am at the core. I have often wondered: if I could rename myself, what would I choose? The thought always made me smile. When my son was three, he changed his name daily. One day he introduced himself everywhere as “Auto Rickshaw.” People smiled, called others over, and asked him to say it again. 😊 My maiden surname was my first home and my roots. Later I carried my married surname with respect. And yet the inner search continued for a full name that truly felt like home. And now I have found...