This City
There is this feeling that I have on rare days. The love for my city. Yes, I call this city mine. The city that I wasn't born in, but the city that brought me up. As I was walking in the middle of the street amongst the festivities, I could feel the love of this community that spread through the air. മൈത്രി. Festival that does not have the boundaries of religion, the festival of equality. And I saw a presentation with she/he/they pronouns. The festival that embraces progress. And the random chayakada chettan I met. He conversed with us in Malayalam with a tint of Tamil. He asked why we hadn't bought the komb(horns) to wear on our heads. And I replied that we were too old for that. And then he said, "60 vayassayirikka ningalkk? You are still in your twenties. You are supposed to do everything from the age of 16 to 26." This conversation reminded me that I was still young. For a person who has come to dread conversations with people, I love chatting with random human b...