I’m K. I’m thirty-two, I live in Mauritius, and I’m writing about something a lot of people here live and almost nobody says out loud: what it’s like to be the child who’s expected to inherit the family business, settle down on schedule, and marry the suitable person from the suitable family — when what you actually want is a life, and a love, that’s your own.
I started this because I went looking for someone writing honestly about exactly this bind, and mostly found silence. Not because nobody’s living it — because everybody living it is doing it quietly, each one assuming they’re the only one. They’re not. The boat is crowded. We’ve just all been sitting in it alone.
So this is a place to say the things that are hard to say at the dinner table. About duty and love and family and the weddings we can picture and don’t want. I haven’t got it solved — I’m still working up the nerve and the words myself. This isn’t a blog with answers. It’s a we’re in this together blog.
If any of this sounds like your life too, you’re exactly who I’m writing for. Read, stay, and if you’re up for it, tell me your version. We don’t have to figure this out alone.
— Khomesh