Letters were never my friends and my body was paralyzed. But I was determined to cross the borderline of my fears and I typed my first words to wish her a happy birthday. The happiness on my mother’s face was indescribable. I never stopped writing after that.
Some travel with me – don’t know how long,
they will stay with me, where will they alight?
“A scientist shouldn’t get into politics!” Ilya Ilyich told him.
“But I have to! This is the only way to change the world for the better!”
“Then go into science! Or you end up on the gallows.”
No, don’t tell me to calm down. I had to make sure I had every bit of courage I needed, for days to say it to my parents, and now he says it’s a phase? Six years of a phase? I know I am attracted to men, dad. It is not a phase. It is me.
She is going to visit a very prestigious Bharatnatyam school there; named Kalai maṟṟum paṭaippāṟṟal (Centre for Art & Creativity). She already had breakfast at Chinamma’s house before leaving. Chinamma cared for her like a mother.
Take a pen, a marker, painting, whatever. And express it. Signs, symbols, words, everything you are imagining and feeling. And flow. When you will have finish, look at yourself again. What your eyes, through the lines of your drawing, are saying? Has something changed? Are you feeling better, lighter? This is so therapeutic. This is a gift you’re making to yourself. “The Mirror is your Master” Leonardo Da Vinci said.