© 2019 Sumitra Nanjundan

March 14, 2017

Singer, songwriter, musician, teacher, artist

Take your pick

I create, I destroy, I build and re-build, I move, I disappear, I come back

Indian, American, Austrian, ‘somewhat’ British

I can be from anywhere and everywhere

I leave that up to you

Like all of us

I too am flawed, damaged, broken

Recovering well, most of the time

I observe, I discover, I face my own demons

I cry, I scream, I stop, I breathe. I stand

Still

I begin to recognise my self

Old self, new self, future self

I accept

Though

I do not always like what I see

I grow stronger

Old wounds leave scars

To help m...

February 13, 2017

When my parents got married, almost sixty years ago, Valentine’s Day was a concept as foreign to them as the very notion of falling in love.

I often referred to my father as a wandering encyclopedia, my number one source of information. He may well have been able to tell you about Saint Valentine, a widely recognized third-century Roman saint. But love and matters of the heart were not accessible to him or his brilliant mind.

As was the custom, my parents had an arranged marriage. My mother was almost 22, it was time to get married. 

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This post was also published at The Aerogram, a North American-based online magazine offering a variety of South Asian perspectives. It seeks to engage anyone interested in South Asian cultures across the globe with a curated take on art, literature, life and news. Many thanks!

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