Where is my home?
Where is my home?
Is it where I was born? Where I felt scared of my father all the time, Where I became hyper-focused and super aware not to commit a mistake or not to do something as soon as the gate strikes and my father came in .
Or was it the school where I used to go and had to hide my caste?
Was it that school where the girl I loved married the person of her own caste because she was from the higher caste and I was not?
Where is my home?
Is it where I live now in the West world? That I took for a better world and mistakenly expected people to be more mature and more educated here , Only to find out that my caste identity would be washed away but I will be labeled with two more identities:
- Indian
- a dark color
- Not tall
Where in the world will be my home?
Where I can go out and I would know that there is no subtle racism and nobody is looking down upon me or thinking that I am less than them .
If such a place does not exist , What am I even doing here?
If this is not my home and there is no perfect place for me where all these identities can be lost, what am I even doing here?
Where is my home so that I can rest peacefully knowing that I am not being judged for something I cannot control?
Where is my home?