When I was young, I used to complain about my name all the time. I hated it. Hated how different it was—how exotic it sounded. Then my grand-father sat me down, shaking his head.

"Do not underestimate the power of names. Names are also memories—the most precious things a human being can own. Everything related to you—everything that had ever happened to you, is absorded by that combination of letter people label you with. Imagine being called a name that isn't yours. Weird, isn't it? Because it doesn't feel right. It simply does not fit. I know it may sound absurd, but you need to realise how important they are. Your name has a story—and that story is your life. You were born to be you, never be ashamed of it."