Home And Madras

+: etcetera :+ on Madras and homecoming. Wonderfully heartwarming.

And what of myself? I try to be wary of expressing my opinions, lest I be perceived as another NRI bitch who’s forgotten her roots. Every time I express enthusiasm for New York, I feel guilty afterwards. I realize that at some point in the last three and half years, what is ‘enga ooru’ and what is ‘unga ooru’ has changed. Every use of ‘unga’ when ‘enga’ (or worse ‘namma’) is expected, I fear I’m signaling to my parents that I’m no longer their little girl, but some woman from half way across the world.