Surviving the Seventeenth
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.
Hey you in the dark. Have you looked my way lately? I exist.
Walk the high road because that is the path that YOU deserve to walk on.
Who are you when there isn’t anyone around to recognise you? Do you know this person?