I always was a class monitor in my school and one of my favorite activities as a monitor was to count the number of students in the class before and after the break. As I reported those numbers, I would always be wrong or rather, short by 1 student. And that would be me. I would not count myself in. Many moons later (last week to be precise) I was doing some work where I had to map people to some mentors and I was doubling up as a mentor myself in that activity. As I went around counting numbers again, I realized while I had mapped people to mentors, I forgot to count myself in the list once again. Isn’t that ironical how we tend to, numerous times, in our lives also forget to ‘Count ourselves’ in the game of life? We hear stories of women who forget to count their dreams in the pursuit to please society around them or of men who forget to live their lives because they have to ensure the hygiene check boxes are ticked for their families all the time. In my numerous