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Custom-ary
On returning from a soiree, a friend commented on how ‘Canadian-Indians have a good balance.’ This was followed by ‘you want Indian friends that aren’t too Indian, but you don’t want them if they aren’t Indian enough!’ And therein, she succinctly contained our thoughts, a subjective threshold based on a hyphenated identity. One of the…
Migrated
When Barak Obama first campaigned, some were disgruntled as his ancestors lacked the history of slavery as theirs. Their matching skin tones was not enough of a bond—communal suffering has the power to bind. Trauma becomes the hallmark with which they recognized one another, as with the numeric sequences on the camp survivors. feature image:…
Rasgullas
It was 1986, the walls of the school hallway were speckled with posters for the upcoming heritage luncheon…
Marginalized
London introduced itself in the incarnate of Betsy. A 22 year old run-way model returning from NYC fashion week…
Home-ish
Recently at the Jaipur Literary Festival (JLF) in Toronto, I attended a panel where several authors discussed their thoughts on ‘home’…
Disguises
Our five years in Winnipeg culminated into garnering a reputable Canadian art collection and having quintessential neighbors that epitomized a Rockwellian family…
Exposition
An inordinate amount of time has been devoted to installing an industrial exhaust hood in our kitchen…
NHS
Upon completing their medical education in the 60’s, my neighbors emigrated from India to practice in Britain…
Respect
“Don’t say ‘uncle’ just call me Ashok!” I shuddered every time I heard this as Indians refrain from addressing their elder’s by name..
Naming
When younger, I was led to believe my name translated to ‘the dear one/beloved’. Only once Sanskrit lessons were commissioned did I learn its literal meaning…
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