Ronita Chattopadhyay
LIVING IN PIECES, IN PART
The evening breeze brings me a line, a tune. A Hindi film song. Mein yahan tukdon mein jee raha hoon. I am living here in pieces, living a fragmented life. And I think of so many of us with our constellation of parts - some broken irrevocably, some healed and some in between. And how we often have to parcel our loves into pieces of acceptable measure and kind. And how we end up rationing joy and being wary of trust because both have been violated so many times. And how, if anything happens, we will have to bear the shame for someone else’s crime. And there is no grand design that we can sit with after dinner and coffee and fit all our broken parts in.