“Where is this girl? Doesn’t she realize our whole family is here? Where does she disappear every time? God, I dont have time for this.” And the mother scurries away, making a mental note to give a sound piece of her mind to her daughter once the guests have left. ‘The girl’ is completely aware of the mother’s wrath that has befallen her but still she cant get her feet to budge from her safe little zone….from behind the door. That place where she can see the whole mighty world where people are what they want the world to see….but also sometimes, when they think no one is looking, people are also, what they don’t want the world to see. She does not want to enter this world as she is not sure if she is capable of an alter personality and also if it is okay to be seen as herself. She will know one day. Till then, she will peek shyly with absolute awe, into the ever fascinating world that doesn’t seem to have an end, and which begins from the subconscious curl of her toes….behind the door.