Something people do not always understand about research like mine- research that is personal, ancestral, emotionally weighted- is that the environment in which you process & write it matters. It is not a luxury consideration. It is a methodological one. Sitting in a cafe in Zanzibar or Addis Ababa, laptop open, hot chocolate, fresh juice or tea arriving, music somewhere in the background or coming from my earphones- that is not indulgence.

Choosing to be a digital nomad at that moment- exhausted, over-extended, a one-woman team carrying some of the heaviest research of my life- was not a retreat. It was resistance. It was joy, chosen deliberately & without apology, as an act of defiance against every structure that had demanded my brilliance without protecting my humanity. I stopped fighting. & I lived instead.

The series presents waacking as more than a dance style- a living art form rooted in Black queer culture & lovingly reinterpreted within an Indian context. The history, origins & creators of waacking are acknowledged, cited & respected, offering a rare example of cultural appreciation done right. Rather than extraction or imitation, what we see is translation, education & homage.