If your identity is taken away, are you left with nothing?
If a people’s history is not written down, it’s as if it never happened. They are redefined to suit someone else’s whims.
I’ve always described India as a different planet. Every corner might as well be it’s own nation, with the mishmash of customs and dialects. You can’t look at someone of Indian descent and know their story.
India is snow-capped mountains, steamy nights, tropical paradise, scarcely bearable oppression, freedom of the highest kind, democracy, caste, religious oppression, religious amity.
India is diaspora.
Everyone is looking to go somewhere else. Or they have no idea a world exists outside their few kilometres.
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