On belonging

Suddenly, identity became a question. Where does one belong. For me, I never belonged, always the washerman's dog...a stranger in every place and every space. A friend and yet not one, a relative and yet not one. Belonging never happened, not with friends, nor with family. Perhaps, that is why, becoming chameleon like and adapting to every culture and custom and being the Roman in Rome was so easy. Empathising with all too became easy, since there was never a sense of identity, for there was none. Human was all that I was to myself and human is all that others were to me. Suddenly, loyalties are being questioned, and then comes the question, where do I belong? How can I say, when I have felt at home in every place and every space. But have become a stranger to people nevertheless.