Being East Indian does not automatically make me PPP

My identity is my own. I do not appreciate being branded politically because of my skin colour. Last time around, I stood at a rally screaming in favour of the AFC. Who knows where I’ll be next time around. Maybe no place close to any of the madness that happens here in Canecutopia. Because quite frankly, I’m tired of racist politics and I’m tired of … Continue reading Being East Indian does not automatically make me PPP

Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing

Somewhere in our backyard, I’m sure the roots of the old neem tree still plunge into the earth refusing to let go. The past is exactly like that, entwined with our being, adding to the equation which makes us who we are. Deepavali has always been a routine thing in my home. Every now and then a stranger joins us but they never manage to … Continue reading Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing