Wednesday, December 13, 2017 03:41:15 PM

My Uchipattam

By Tashyana Handy - Tue Nov 08, 1:02 am

[Editor’s note: The following is a spoken word piece on identity and language. The author’s grandmother was born in Jaffna, and briefly lived in Colombo but decided that Jaffna was her home.

Featured image courtesy Pinterest]

My mother parts my hair in the middle,
Places the Uchipattam at the center.
It rests on my forehead.
It feels cold.
She tells me that I look like my grandmother;
Not the woman she knew but the one who came before her,
The woman who knew my father,
The woman who made him man.
Standing in the mirror,
I see the resemblance.
She would spend her afternoons teaching me Tamil….

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