Desidual Rains

In the security of uniformed police, fast internet, resplendent salad bars and academic shopping baskets, I have settled into New Haven. I think. The wonder of a pay check to think and write about what it feels for the Third World anthropologist to watch her Own People  with voyeur sunglasses still sinks in. 

This is a curious discipline. That is increasingly comfortable in its discomfiture. And apologises for its voyeurism. In the way that many disciplinary frameworks don't. It rains in New Haven. With an alien serenity. Rabbi Shergill sings in nasal Punjabi. Desi sentimentality echoes through yellow blinds.


ulta danga said…
already angst hocche buji, in about a month of being in your new haven.

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