This is beautiful birat, i resonate with this so much. Will definitely try writting in third person as well just for a change. I feel initially that distance is necessary. The raw feelings of our experiences can sometimes be too overwhelming in our mother tongues, so happy to hear that you're at place where you'd like to reclaim it, more love and power to you. All the best!❤️
Such a beautiful piece, Birat and so close to home. Been thinking about how deeply we’ve internalized the idea that English is the language of intelligence, respectability, and class. The pressure from school to family at home to speak only fluent English is something so many of us have grown up with, and it’s deeply problematic. Your reflection also made me think about the different ways language can become both a refuge and a site of pain!!
I used to write in Nepali too and it always felt like the most genuine thing straight out of my heart, but as you said it hits too close to home. I haven’t written anything in monthssss but I really want to go back to writing in Nepali like I used to. For me, it’s like no matter how many words I learn or books I read, I can never express myself better in any other language than in my mother tongue. It really is beautiful, but yes, it’s so deeply rooted to every shred of my soul that it somehow terrifies me now.
This is beautiful birat, i resonate with this so much. Will definitely try writting in third person as well just for a change. I feel initially that distance is necessary. The raw feelings of our experiences can sometimes be too overwhelming in our mother tongues, so happy to hear that you're at place where you'd like to reclaim it, more love and power to you. All the best!❤️
thank you!! <3
Such a beautiful piece, Birat and so close to home. Been thinking about how deeply we’ve internalized the idea that English is the language of intelligence, respectability, and class. The pressure from school to family at home to speak only fluent English is something so many of us have grown up with, and it’s deeply problematic. Your reflection also made me think about the different ways language can become both a refuge and a site of pain!!
thank you!! <3
I used to write in Nepali too and it always felt like the most genuine thing straight out of my heart, but as you said it hits too close to home. I haven’t written anything in monthssss but I really want to go back to writing in Nepali like I used to. For me, it’s like no matter how many words I learn or books I read, I can never express myself better in any other language than in my mother tongue. It really is beautiful, but yes, it’s so deeply rooted to every shred of my soul that it somehow terrifies me now.