In Part II, I list three more Reasons Why I am an Indian…but not Really, or Why I am a Part-Time Indian: Clothing, Religion, and Food
Here’s why even though my passport identifies me as an Indian, I am actually, maybe, not one…then again, since when has a mere official document defined anybody completely, right?
As regular readers of this blog know, I recently lost my mother. Adapting to life without a mother is really, really hard and not something I thought I would have to learn to do this early. “Move On” seems like the most overused line in […]
Read Part 1 of my tribute to my grandmother here. I start to write this narrative after we put away the clothes. From the corner of my eye, I see her walk around the kitchen and the bedroom attending to minor chores. Soon, I see her […]
I sit here trying to read SuperFreakanomics and how the U.S. addressed polio, only half concentrating when she asks if I’d like to listen to the radio. The electricity has been turned off by the City, I am fighting mosquitoes and tell her politely that […]