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I was born in a country that no longer claims me, living in another that hesitates to embrace me fully – such is the paradox of my existence as a daughter. I find myself akin to Viktor Navorski from "The Terminal," caught in a limbo of belonging. Much like him, my aspirations once revolved around achieving pinnacle success, whether in filmmaking or entrepreneurship, all in hopes of vindicating my parents from the trials they endured. They longed to hold their heads high, walking tall despite the adversities life threw their way.

In the realm of filmmaking, my dreams in an airplane while watching a mind-bending movie soared to the heights of winning an Oscar for my masterful scriptwriting, a vision I harbored even before unveiling it to the discerning eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Nolan, whose cinematic genius served as my guiding light. Enthralled by their creations, I envisioned forging friendships with an actor, perhaps even borrowing a helicopter from one for birthday celebrations, naively believing that colleagues could seamlessly balance work and personal life. In my reveries, they were more than just colleagues; they were companions bonded by a shared passion for storytelling and pursuing the American Dream.

However, amidst my cinematic aspirations, I found myself drawn toward the captivating realm of engineering and entrepreneurship, feeling somewhat empathetic for the engineers because the glitz and glamour of Hollywood overlooked them. In a decisive moment, I resolved to sacrifice my Oscar dreams to champion the diligent efforts of innovative designers and engineers. These musings occupied my mind as I soared through the skies, torn between two distinct yet equally compelling paths.

Following the intertwining of technology and storytelling in my mind, I eventually struck gold with a script concept centered around innovative technological themes. With a successful small-scale movie under my belt, I felt poised to merge the potency of both worlds. Yet, just as I stood on the cusp of this fusion, I was ensnared in a metaphorical terminal, suspended between two realms, neither fully embracing nor relinquishing either.

As I endeavored to pioneer a STEM design venture in India, my path was obstructed by forces. Whenever I dared to broach the topic of filmmaking, I became a target for unwarranted attacks. Whether it was men unsettling me with their aggressive leg gestures or triggered women lashing out verbally, the onslaught was relentless. Despite my efforts to diversify into various startup ventures, each endeavor was met with disdain and resistance.

Yearning for stability, I asked what they wanted, and they longed for me to secure a safe job. Witnessing the dreams of "Made in India" stifled by such hostility and adversity was disheartening. They are Dixons of the Terminal who wouldn't let you in or out but want to know about your peanut can.

Amidst America's political turmoil, a Silicon Valley luminary found herself vulnerable, yet I reassured her of my lack of fear towards my homeland, acknowledging its chaos but denying its madness; meanwhile, my brother departed, denied a visa despite his evident pioneering potential, leaving me in uncontrollable tears at the airport, lamenting the lack of vision among the country's leaders in various fields.


Every opportunity seems to slip through my fingers as those around me blur the lines between genuine affection and reckless blind dating, leaving my dreams repeatedly rejected and disheartened. 


Amidst their carefree antics and frivolous pursuits, countless individuals are stripped of their livelihoods and visas and forcibly repatriated, the casualties of a world where the consequences of irresponsibility are dire and unforgiving.

As my days in the terminal close, uncertainty looms, casting a shadow over my future destination. Unsure of where my next step will lead me, I stand at the precipice of an unknown journey, grappling with the possibilities. However, before I leave the terminal, I want to help everyone build their fountain of dreams of their true love and avoid the toilet

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