When I was around ten, I remember sitting on a chair while the children of our maid sat on the floor. I noticed it. It felt wrong, but also ordinary. That’s just how things were. No one questioned it, and neither did I, at least not out loud.
I’ve been thinking a lot about identity more so after my daughter entered the public school system in the US. Suddenly, everything felt like a negotiation. What do I pass down? What do I let go of? What’s cultural inheritance, and what’s just habit? I want to give her the best of both worlds, but even that phrase feels heavy. What are these “worlds”? Who divided them?
We are the daughters, first of our kind,
Independence and freedom, our nation's prize,
Hold my hand, as I walk you down this path,
Kiran
2020 definitely made a mark in the history. Pandemic is something none of us had experienced before and all of us can relate to. We were sent to work from home for 15 days which quickly changed to 15 months. Before we could be vaccinated, all we spoke about was going back to normal.
I’m waking up every morning with monstrous pain,
I was born under the sky with a million stars,
When the mysterious flu took control,People started shutting their door.
