In all reality almost everything about me was different, to my brown hair/eyes, my olive complexion, and my ability to speak a language my peers have never even heard of.
What is your name? I remember being asked. I was confused and turned to my mother for an answer. Not because I didn’t know my own name. I just didn’t know which one to say.
Every moment I spent in transit in that city was on the way to a memorable experience. And for one reason or another, since I moved to the U.S., I've only been able to visit a couple of times. And yet, that visceral yearning I feel is very tangible and as strong as it ever was.
Dhotis (mundu) are a huge staple of South Indian attire. For a long time, dhotis were predominately worn by men but it has finally become a part of female fashion as well.
To all those mother-in-laws who feel the need to control, manipulate, and put their daughter-in-laws through some sort of hazing ritual, here is my letter to you.
As a young girl, I swore I would never marry. Never was I one of those girls who envisioned and planned for a wedding of grandeur. I never dreamt of a faceless man who would one day sweep me off my feet. I never wished to share my deepest thoughts and darkest emotions with someone else. From the very beginning, I was against the entire institution. Marriage, I would say, was not in my future.