Asha and Chetan met, ironically enough, at an Indian function.

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.

I walked into the mostly unoccupied room which was the venue of the Asian American Presidential Debate. In spite of the low turnout, the atmosphere was purposeful and intense. There was a voter registration booth set up at the entrance and people handing out Obama bumper stickers and posters. There was also a man walking …

He totally had his eyebrows threaded.