Don’t Call Me TamBram
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.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
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?
I’m going to treat every meeting like it is a date. Here’s what it means. Here’s why I mean it. A date.
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
I don’t know if you ever have days when you feel like you’re the only beating heart in the world.
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
I see you look with yearning eyes for people who don’t make time and space in their life for you. I’ll be there to remind you as second best.