Life has been a lot, and I would add lately till I realize it is not just so.
Life has been a lot for a 5-year-old, leaving granny, aunty, and grandpa, and moving to a hot, scorching land.
Life has been a lot for a 10-year-old learning and growing in languages unknown to her pedigree, where her skin colour is alien.
Life has been a lot for a 15-year-old trying to find a gender and a self and a future.
Life has been too much already for a 20-year-old unable to make her way up in capitalism, amidst her family's destitution.
Life has been nicer ,since, to a 25-year-old who is taking baby steps outside her mental misery and social class.
Life has been half a battle won for a 30-year-old, half a battle to win whilst facing extrapolated fears-she has lost so much; what will it take to win the rest?
She carries many scars, but deep and unhealed are the ones gained in the last 5 years, scars too deep for anyone and postfaced by overwhelming victory.
Carrying simultaneously the crowns of privilege and mutilations of disprivilege, what weighs heavier? Hard to weigh when both are proportionately overwhelming.
BV Aditi Prasad
