Thank you so much for making space for our rage. For as long as I can remember, I've been angry. Angry as a child, as a teen, in my twenties and, even now in my 40s. Of course anger is forbidden, especially to women. Little did I know that anger only reflected unmet needs and that we carry anger through our mother's womb. We pass on anger through generations! Thank you so much for writing this heartfelt piece. Keep on the rage :))
This essay reverberated within my bones. In the last two years, I have come to be so dazzled and impressed by my anger. Once I recognised it as not-a-negative emotion, rather, a protective one, a force for positive change, I appreciated it so much I made it into perfume and kept it as my armour. I take this emotion out especially in spaces where the class/struggle divide is so enormous that only the sound and smell of my anger can reach it to pierce deep rooted hypocrisies. European, American and elite South Asians do their predictable best to suppress anger in order to suppress class solidarity and a push for change. "Please, we have a nice, respectable, conflict free life with nice lakes and gardens, don't disturb us with your unsanitized grief."
Beautifully depicts the anger we women of the east feel for born with the wrong gender. How I wished to be a boy and how I wanted to stand at street and look around with confidence. You have cleverly represented all of us - conditioned to keep our anger tapped and let our blood pressures rise.
Captivating piece! As I sit tonight with my own rage, after the many anti-2SLGBTQIA+ rallies that happened in my country today, I very much appreciated this story. Our anger has purpose, it is fuel, it is valid. May sparks of rage light the fires of justice.
What a piece this is. Thank you for expressing all that you have. Vague as it may sound, this has stirred something within me that is yet to be made sense of but I know I’ve felt deeply.
Warm Blood
Engaging, authentic and beautifully written. Love the closing! Thank you for sharing your talents.
This took me back to hot Delhi nights and sweaty Gurgaon summers. A great write, superb insight.
Thank you so much for making space for our rage. For as long as I can remember, I've been angry. Angry as a child, as a teen, in my twenties and, even now in my 40s. Of course anger is forbidden, especially to women. Little did I know that anger only reflected unmet needs and that we carry anger through our mother's womb. We pass on anger through generations! Thank you so much for writing this heartfelt piece. Keep on the rage :))
This essay reverberated within my bones. In the last two years, I have come to be so dazzled and impressed by my anger. Once I recognised it as not-a-negative emotion, rather, a protective one, a force for positive change, I appreciated it so much I made it into perfume and kept it as my armour. I take this emotion out especially in spaces where the class/struggle divide is so enormous that only the sound and smell of my anger can reach it to pierce deep rooted hypocrisies. European, American and elite South Asians do their predictable best to suppress anger in order to suppress class solidarity and a push for change. "Please, we have a nice, respectable, conflict free life with nice lakes and gardens, don't disturb us with your unsanitized grief."
Thank you for writing!!! This was incredibly beautifully written and moving.
Unbelievably beautiful and moving. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Beautifully depicts the anger we women of the east feel for born with the wrong gender. How I wished to be a boy and how I wanted to stand at street and look around with confidence. You have cleverly represented all of us - conditioned to keep our anger tapped and let our blood pressures rise.
Captivating piece! As I sit tonight with my own rage, after the many anti-2SLGBTQIA+ rallies that happened in my country today, I very much appreciated this story. Our anger has purpose, it is fuel, it is valid. May sparks of rage light the fires of justice.
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A great discovery! Thank you!
Wow, thank you Sharyanya Deepak and thank you Roxanne Gay for bringing ‘Warm Blood’ to my attention.
“simply stirred in my stomach with nowhere to go”
Until we…?
What a piece this is. Thank you for expressing all that you have. Vague as it may sound, this has stirred something within me that is yet to be made sense of but I know I’ve felt deeply.