More like Emblematic Agra.
Asha and Chetan met, ironically enough, at an Indian function.
Did my birth certificate and accent really make me so different?
Because there ain’t nobody like a desi girl.
A tired retreading of the same old jokes.
Dancing was the one thing that fused the bond between my heritage and me.
Up until the Kriti Festival, all I knew of “Diaspora literature” was Bharati Mukherjee’s Jasmine and the works of Jhumpa Lahiri.
Buying Indian, being Indian.
The concept of culture is fluid.
The US elects the son of an immigrant to power.
