Thambusami Roots
Rebekah’s Blog
I have always loved to write. It is the medium where I have felt the most free and the most me. I abandoned it for the better part of my adult life as I started my career, became a mother, and grew a business. My love of words was trapped in the mundanity of work communications, documentation, copywriting, and email.
My creative expression lives in my writing. When used solely as a tool or mere resource, I suffer. Writing is my lifeline. It is where my imagination can soar, where my Spirit speaks. It is an essential part of my existence.
During the pandemic, when the whole world was relegated to their homes, and we watched every manner of racial injustice and social inequity play out before our eyes, the only way I could hold the tension of grief, rage and unceasing hope was to reconnect with my old friend, writing. And from the outpouring of the soul, I present my blog, Thambusami Roots. Thank you for joining me here.
Little me in the Parle-G haircut doesn’t give a f*ck about another brown-girl-friendly pink lippie in the age of ice terror
If I could ask little me, ‘Do you want me to make you a lip gloss called Tamil Toddy or beat the shit out of your racist bully?’ she’d pick option 2.
This one’s for all the South Asian brands & influencers who profit off immigrant stories but stay silent when immigrants are under attack.
But Are We Really Surprised by Zarna Garg?
I was going to write something snarky about only making it through 6 minutes of her standup before turning it off, but we, Indians and South Asians, need to take this seriously and change how we are discussing people like Zarna Garg.