This book, in the form of a memoir, is not a compilation of good deeds and recollections. There is nostalgia within, old pictures of family life, and diverse anecdotes. It leads the reader to the "why's" of major decisions and actions. It reveals a secret I held as a child and disguised as an adult. I am bisexual. It demonstrates the harm of being stigmatized by a large number of colleagues—and my parents— who cannot discuss their perception of my sexuality with me but can only treat it negatively and passively. This story shows how my acceptance of the whole me and a determined reform of my interactions changed my life—and creativity. I could be a cowboy. I could dream of meeting a Maharaja.