Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
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.
Who are you when there isn’t anyone around to recognise you? Do you know this person?
I was an angry girl of the Indian rock persuasion in a saree.
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
Knowledge is food for hungry minds.
You are not other people’s expectations.
If you were a place, where would you be?
‘A minute of silence’ by Marina Abramovic moved me to tears. I knew it had lessons for me that I wasn’t yet ready for.
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.