Leaving is an act that cannot be undone.
She's Tamil. That's enough. They take our land, our jobs. If we let them they will take the whole country. 
This is the beginning of what we will come to call the Upstairs-Downstairs, Linga-Singha wars.
I lie there in the magic grove, being hummed at by trees with ancient memories, lulled by their stately breath, held in the embrace of their roots. 
On a fulcrum in my chest, grief and relief are balanced in equal measure.
