A Wobbly Bridge (Or Is It A Footpath?) From The Tamil Diaspora
For a long time I didn’t think of myself as being a part of the Tamil Diaspora. I had this vague feeling that I was going to go back home some day. Even when it was pretty obvious that I was not going back, I still didn’t want to identify myself as a member of the Diaspora. For me, acknowledging that I was a part of the Diaspora meant closing the door on my life in Colombo. Forever. After this past year, I am humbled and grateful to be able to call myself a part of the Diaspora (and furious, sad, and horrified, like much of the Tamil Diaspora, by the plight of Tamil citizens callously sacrificed to the Sri Lankan State’s all-out war against the LTTE). Still, it has not been easy to find my place in this amorphous and evolving Diaspora and to figure out my relationship to Sri Lanka from within it. Until now, it seemed to…
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