It had been 3 years since we last went home to India. My parents moved to the USA when I was 11. We would return twice a year in our first 4 years but we had not been back in 3 years.

I had been close to my cousins in India and we had a large family. In the USA I always felt a little on the outside. I had friendships but I never felt anyone ever got me as a person. My life was more complex than the ordinary experience of an American teenager. It was almost as though I lived a dual life between my Hindu friends and the life I had with my white friends.