It starts from the time we are born. The tags, from a cute baby to a skinny schoolboy to a bookish student to a rebellious teen to a brash young man and son to name some, and then follow us into the professional life too. Tags, which perhaps constrain us, which make us being, and prevent us from becoming.
until next time, web 2.0 is full of them 😉
you’re saying being Manuji who scripts constraints your writing? or being austere limits mine? huh?
Jokes apart, you are right, we are slaves of labels…
how true! adjusting the soul to fit the body….
austere: it dont?
shobha: we are ? 😀
tys: ah, so well put