Diwali came and went.
First, I quarrel with all that comes along with celebrating Diwali.
I hold on to my personal tradition, I make my rangoli, I have helping hands, I make something I am proud of.
There are lights, there is food and there is laughter.
I send pictures home. They don't get that my rangoli is Ravan. I am celebrating Ravan and mourning Rama's plunder. They don't get it - all they care about is that I am doing what I love half the world away. Good. This should be family love - live and let live at a distance. I couldn't do this if I lived with them.
After all that franticness, energy levels flag. I have nothing to say in class except wish it was over. I have excuses. My head hurts, it must be the weather changing. My skin itches, it must be the dryness. Self care is what all the QTPOCs are talking about. I think I'll just stay in bed.
Ahhhbu Gharaaaib. Sad-damn Hoosain. Jhoojharat.
I think I'll just stay in bed.
First, I quarrel with all that comes along with celebrating Diwali.
I hold on to my personal tradition, I make my rangoli, I have helping hands, I make something I am proud of.
There are lights, there is food and there is laughter.
I send pictures home. They don't get that my rangoli is Ravan. I am celebrating Ravan and mourning Rama's plunder. They don't get it - all they care about is that I am doing what I love half the world away. Good. This should be family love - live and let live at a distance. I couldn't do this if I lived with them.
After all that franticness, energy levels flag. I have nothing to say in class except wish it was over. I have excuses. My head hurts, it must be the weather changing. My skin itches, it must be the dryness. Self care is what all the QTPOCs are talking about. I think I'll just stay in bed.
Ahhhbu Gharaaaib. Sad-damn Hoosain. Jhoojharat.
I think I'll just stay in bed.
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