Meet Sudha Bhuchar. She’s a middle-class, middle-aged mother of two mixed heritage millennials. Clambering from the audience with her coat on and backpack in hand, she’s ready to sit down for her nightly conversation.
Bhuchar’s monologue, inspired by discussions she’s had with her sons, ponders on big themes. There’s talk of her confused sense of identity, intergenerational trauma and moving from a childhood in both Tanzania and India to a life of Le Creuset porridge pots in Wimbledon. But with a meandering structure, Bhuchar’s overall focus remains unclear.
