“What race is that?”: Whatever you want it to be.
August 3, 2015 12:44 PM Subscribe
The Reactions I’m Assuming People Want When They Comment On My Name.
“Were your parents hippies or something?”: My parents met on an ashram high in the hills of Darjeeling, troubled souls looking to find their ways. Instead they found each other. One night they dropped acid on a train ride to Calcutta and made passionate love before bidding a silent farewell the next morning at the train station. My mother named me Jaya, meaning “Victory,” in memory of how hard she boned.Previously on Other names and the persistent terror they invite, the consistent labor they require.
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