Living with the Other in post-war Sri Lanka
I often have to remind myself that I live with a Tamil. My housemate, Vanessa is a Tamil, married to a Sinhalese and I have been living with her and her husband for almost a year and working with her for over two. She is also one of my closest friends. She is Tamil; I am Sinhalese. But even as I write, it’s hard to think of the two of us along those lines, because I can’t figure out what defines our identities. Even if I can define what makes her Tamil, I still can’t define what makes her different from me. Is it colour? She is darker than I am, but we are both brown skinned. Is it accent? She sounds no different than me, except for a tiny, pleasant lilt in her voice. Is language? We both speak English. She speaks better Sinhala than I do, and fluent Tamil, or which I do not know a word. Is…
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