|Jahnabee Borah, Writer and Editor|
I’m just a girl in transit, on a journey of self-discovery, where I’m looking to meet people like me, people who are different from myself. And, in some strange way, everything seems new with a sense of déjà vu.
I’m a boy at heart; a five-year-old ruffian who likes to break a few rules. I grew up imagining that there will come a time when I will ride a dirty army jeep without a hood, through the open roads of Assam, with a German Shepherd for company. I know how to fix a flat tyre and I don’t mind the grease in my hands. I’m scared of water but I dived in the sea and lost my heart to its wonders. So, I learned to ride a horse, collected boots, jeans, tees, sunglasses, pens and notebooks – all so I could be a part of this wondrous adventure.
This picture is an antithesis to my motorcycle state-of-mind. I was in search of a white dress and Lady Lack guided me to Zara. A red lipstick from MAC and a hair tutorial later, this is what transpired. It feels so old English; almost like I’ve stepped out of a Jane Austen novel. That’s the thing about fashion. It lets you be whoever you want to be.
Baby, if I’m hooked onto something, I’ll keep finding my way back, to find something new, something exciting, until there’s no room left for goodbyes.