At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s crazy how time flies. Exactly one year ago today, I officially launched no more mangoes while sitting cross-legged on the beat-up leather sofa in the living room of my old apartment in Washington, D.C. At the time, I wasn’t really sure where this project was going, or what would become of it—all I knew was that I wanted to create a place where I could share my thoughts and reflections on migration, diaspora, identity, and all of the other issues that I write about here. By doing so, I hoped that I’d be able to a fill a niche that had largely been missing, as far as I could tell, from much mainstream South Asian diaspora writing—analyzing these issues through a critical, radical lens, rather than simply regurgitating the same overused tropes and superficial explorations of what it means to be a member of the diaspora.
Thank you for sharing! I am so interested to see how your new experiences have will shape your thinking and writing.