Write About Race
Gauraa Shekhar
What they want me to write about: how, like every Indian family, mine harbored hope for a fair-skinned daughter. How, they thought of the names in preparation: Arjuni, Divyatha, Gauri. Names, that, in God-fearing Sanskrit, represented the most desirable trait for an Indian daughter—fairness. How, the sun tinged me with every successive playground visit, darkening my congratulatory wheatish complexion to desert sand, umber. How, as a result, I was doused with sunscreen, dressed in full-sleeves and trousers through torrid temperatures until I eventually gave up the sun
What I want to write about: wanting to be thinner and thinner, whittling myself down to a size so barely there that I could disappear and no one could ever look at me again
What they want me to write about: watching my grandmother spend her life staring down a steel boiling pan, stirring in leaves and spices until the water boiled ochre
What I want to write about: embezzling Xanax from my sister’s pillbox while she is at work; how the women in my family always had a delicate assortment of pills but never the prescriptions to refill them
What they want me to write about: exile; the cobbler on the footpath of Andheri West, who mended shoes on the same asphalt for twenty years, the man in a Nehru hat who sold coconuts across the street from him—a cardboard sign advertising ‘coconets’ propped up proudly on display
What I want to write about: the piss-yellow afternoon of the city I’ve known forever but will never understand
What they want me to write about: interracial relationships; how same textures of light touch our skin different
What I want to write about: getting high, halving bagels; having afternoon sex
What I want to be: detached from the icky, gooey, incessancy of others
Write About Race was originally published by Rejection Letters