Introductions are weird and hard. It’s not easy to sum yourself up in a little blurb. Anyway, hi, if you’re reading this you have stumbled across my nook on the internet. When my husband and I were first dating and I met some of his friends he introduced them to me and I accepted their warm handshakes with a smile and “Hi, I’m Bibi.”
He said “No, no, no. Tell them your real name.” Daggers. I shot him daggers. And actually, he’s lucky I married him after that.
Being put on the spot to tell my real name is like forcing yourself to hug or kiss someone that you don’t know at all. It’s not something you can just say and move on. It requires explanation, and frankly I’ve learned that not all people deserve that intimacy. To tell my real name is to tell my life story in a sense. You probably wouldn’t get it unless I told you everything. However, that’s exactly what I intend to do here.
My name is Kartapurkh. In Punjabi, Karta Purkh means the conscious doer of everything.
Everyone really does call me Bibi though.