I grew learning two different stories
I grew up with a veil over my head at the sanctum for prayers
I grew up with oil on my hair on every Festival
I heard two distinct languages in my household and family
I admit I can't speak one well
I learnt the other and I am quite fluent in it.
I don't look like one part of my identity
I look more like the other
I find it strange how my skin colour determines my identity.
Does it?
I still eat chappatis with paneer
I do eat rice and sambar
I still pray to the Lord with my palms together
I feel my culture with my heart and soul
I know that my culture is a part of me
I would never give it up for the world.
I am Marathi by blood and I will adorn the chandbindi with pride.
I am Tamil by blood and I will speak it with fluency and pride.
I do not have to be ashamed to be mixed with two dialects.
I do not have to hide in fear of being ashamed.
I implore you to never shun away one part of you to satisfy another.
I am Marathi-Tamil and I have never been more thankful.
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