Your Driver Is Waiting

by Priya Guns

People see other people and they don’t know what they’ve lived through. They just see what they want to see.

Dr. Thelma Hermin Hesse had said in one of her videos to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. To not let life get the better of us, and that the peace we needed was inside ourselves. The peace I needed, though, was not inside anything, and the peace we all needed could be solved with some proper monies and social security. But I’m not an economist, and Dr. Thelma Hermin Hesse was probably not a real doctor.

She had said nightmares were the worst when you woke up in the same shithole situation you were in before bed.

“I don’t care! Women are being taken at night and the planet is literally burning. War criminals are leading our country, and the wealthy are making decisions for the working class. How is any of this acceptable?” “This is what is wrong with your generation, young lady. You don’t understand politics.”

The day my parents were forced to sell their house and rent out their own basement, I had asked Appa why life was so unfair. He had said in the calmest of ways, “Because the greater the divide, the stronger the rule, chellam.” Then he kissed my cheek and said, “This won’t be for long.” He could’ve just said it was because we came here broke, and we will probably die here broke, and that would’ve made more sense to me.