By Niyathi Maya
Does she call herself South Asian while her tongue forms the wrong sounds, while she cries at night feeling she's neither white, nor is she brown? Does she eat that which she cannot make and learn it all secondhand, all the things she wants to know but cannot seem to understand? Is she lonely and yet not alone, thinking she's an oddity, that her skin is lying to her, that she's not even a she? How could legs that cannot dance hold a South Asian in their stride? It is the things beneath the skin that count. No sutra's code can be untied.
About Niyathi Maya
Niyathi Maya is a screenwriter, poet, author, musician, stylist, and software product manager at Microsoft. She studied neuroscience and philosophy at the University of Pennsylvania, where she led a chemotherapy nanotechnology startup.