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When I was in my twenties, I was working as an editor and writer for travel publications in Tokyo. Even though I traveled lots of countries, I could not speak English well. At the age of 30, I decided to go to New York to study English for a year. When I landed in Manhattan for the first time, I felt as if I were being drawn by an invisible magnetic force coming from the streets. I was given an invisible energy.
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After living there for a few months, I knew I could never go back to Tokyo. While working as a local employee at a Japanese publishing company, I prepared myself to become independent in New York. I started my own company, Muse Publishing, Inc. and was issued a working visa (H1B) from that company. In 1998, I began working as a self-employed person. I bought the Statue of Liberty at a souvenir store in Times Square to commemorate my independence. I kept it by the window overlooking Central Park and the skyscrapers, as if it were a talisman.
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In July 2001, we got married in New Delhi and were planning to have a wedding party in Manhattan in October. But that morning, when I looked out the window of my husband’s house and saw the Pentagon ablaze and the World Trade Centre crumbling on the TV screen, the world completely changed. I was struck by a tremendous shock and an unfathomable anxiety. All my plans went out the window. At the time, I was living in New York and my husband was living in Washington DC. I decided to reevaluate our long-distance lifestyle and move in with my husband. I chose a life of nurturing together, instead of a life where I had always put my own needs first.
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Leaving New York was a sadness that was hard to put into words. At the time, I was feeling incredibly vulnerable. The smoke rising from the site of the World Trade Center filled Manhattan with wind, and the smell of burning reached my home on the Upper West Side. It was the smell of the burning World Trade Center and the many people who were killed there.
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I still vividly recall the feeling I had 21 years ago today, along with the pain. I am alive, and as long as I am alive, I must live well. As someone who experienced the terrorist attacks in the U.S. and in Mumbai, I feel this even more strongly. Itâs pointless to get caught up in selfishness and fame. There is no happiness in this world that can only be found in oneself.
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Manhattan is an irreplaceable city that has given me courage, fortune, and hope. In a world where tragic events continue to unfold, I have to be firm and unshakable. Since I am alive, I will do my best to live.
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