This is amazing. And draining to read. And probably draining to write. I don’t know what to do with it, perhaps to share it, perhaps to internalize it, perhaps to write my own like it.
I am in awe of this writing. I have nothing in common with her. No shared identity or life experiences that match up and yet I was riveted, feeling everything lined up. As if she unlocked my brain-all brains?-, peaked inside and used those colonizing words to describe the workings perfectly.
I took a screenshot of “You spend a lot of energy surviving days where nothing has gone wrong” because you put it into words, you put it all into words. Thank you.
"You remind yourself of how lucky you are to be born when you are, when you come from a place where women were once burned on their husbands’ funeral pyres because your culture claimed it was God’s will that a woman was born to die for a man."
WOW! After many decades of living in America, I still sometimes experience "survivors' guilt" about my birth country and its people and how I got so lucky to escape.
Except it's so much more than that. It's complicated...
This. This is amazing. I laughed while it broke my heart. Because it’s me, and it’s you, and it’s all of us. And I’m so very grateful that you wrote it, and that it found its way to my inbox. Thank you.
This is amazing. And draining to read. And probably draining to write. I don’t know what to do with it, perhaps to share it, perhaps to internalize it, perhaps to write my own like it.
I am in awe of this writing. I have nothing in common with her. No shared identity or life experiences that match up and yet I was riveted, feeling everything lined up. As if she unlocked my brain-all brains?-, peaked inside and used those colonizing words to describe the workings perfectly.
I took a screenshot of “You spend a lot of energy surviving days where nothing has gone wrong” because you put it into words, you put it all into words. Thank you.
I’m old enough to use “awesome” and mean it.
This essay, thus writing, has everything. Thank you. Off to sit quietly in a dark place for a while now.
"You remind yourself of how lucky you are to be born when you are, when you come from a place where women were once burned on their husbands’ funeral pyres because your culture claimed it was God’s will that a woman was born to die for a man."
WOW! After many decades of living in America, I still sometimes experience "survivors' guilt" about my birth country and its people and how I got so lucky to escape.
Except it's so much more than that. It's complicated...
Great piece, Suri!!
Compelling, courageous. As a third world citizen, I relate🙏🏽. Couldn't stop reading till finish. Thank you for this.
it’s like you cracked open my head and went through so many of my thoughts wow.
Suri Matondkar is a brilliant and fearless writer!
This. This is amazing. I laughed while it broke my heart. Because it’s me, and it’s you, and it’s all of us. And I’m so very grateful that you wrote it, and that it found its way to my inbox. Thank you.