One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter: Essays

by Scaachi Koul

For them, it works, it’s working, it’s the most anyone can ask of a marriage.

That’s where she will start to lose and forget things. That’s where the pieces of the family get fragmented again. That’s where her children will lose this language eventually, where their children will not even be sure where their grandmother was from. That’s where India becomes a place she was from and not a place she lives. That’s where her roots get pulled out.

I dug into Hamhock to look for fights. I wanted him to defend himself and get angry and a little mean because fighting is the only way I’ve learned how to be in love.

If you’re lucky enough to have non-abusive, non-dead parents in your twenties, it’s nice to have them in your life as allies rather than wardens.