jan 4 2025: going inside…

Every weekend in my childhood home meant paranthe (filled roti’s)! My favourite. I separated from my immediate family in August 2023. Since then, I haven’t tasted my mother’s cooking. On purpose, but it still hurts.

I find myself going to the Gurdwara often when I am feeling homesick. Something about being with your people, eating your food, surrounded by the beautiful poems of your Guru makes one feel at peace with their situation. I can’t find a way to live with my family right now, but I can still connect with them in small ways.

Today, I enjoyed langar and felt grateful for the beautiful tradition in Sikhi that fought food insecurity and injustice in Medieval India.

I feel powerful sitting and reading posters describing the often brutal, and always honourable, history of my ancestors.

Tonight, I go inside, to that sacred place inside of me. The place where peace is always present, and my family is always with me.

-immy, age 27