Your mother is fascinating. Just like you. I'm excited to know you're writing a YA novel inspired by your younger self. The writing is beautiful, so poetic. Love the photographs, too. Looking forward to hearing more about your life in India. Light! Laughter! Love!
Beautifully expressed by a beautiful writer who belongs everywhere! Our daughter’s family is visiting us from their Air Force base in Japan this week before spending next week with our son-in-law’s family in Texas. He is half Korean & all American. Their 3 year-old son is a beautiful boy. We gave him a dinosaur, striped in bright hues of red, green, blue, and yellow. He hugged it and said, “It’s my favorite color—rainbow!” I loved that! Happy holidays to you and yours❤️
Thank you, Cindy! Happy holidays to you too. I love the story of your grandson and his favorite color! Living in Japan must be a fascinating experience. I’m so glad you get to see them for the holidays. ❤️
Although both my parents were Indian, sometimes I also struggled with not fitting in because of my appearance. I was called Nepali or Angrej—who knows which ancestral ruler left their mark in my genes. The struggle with identity persisted in the U.S., where I was not only seen as a foreigner but also faced ambiguity about where I was truly from.
So much hinges on appearance, doesn’t it. We humans seem fixated on how someone looks, rather than the type of person they are, their character, their actions.
Your mother is fascinating. Just like you. I'm excited to know you're writing a YA novel inspired by your younger self. The writing is beautiful, so poetic. Love the photographs, too. Looking forward to hearing more about your life in India. Light! Laughter! Love!
Thanks, Sherry! Light, laughter, and love, indeed! Hope your holiday season is full of them. ❤️❤️❤️
Beautifully expressed by a beautiful writer who belongs everywhere! Our daughter’s family is visiting us from their Air Force base in Japan this week before spending next week with our son-in-law’s family in Texas. He is half Korean & all American. Their 3 year-old son is a beautiful boy. We gave him a dinosaur, striped in bright hues of red, green, blue, and yellow. He hugged it and said, “It’s my favorite color—rainbow!” I loved that! Happy holidays to you and yours❤️
Thank you, Cindy! Happy holidays to you too. I love the story of your grandson and his favorite color! Living in Japan must be a fascinating experience. I’m so glad you get to see them for the holidays. ❤️
You belong perfectly. xo
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I love the way you weave stories from past into your fiction. Great pictures. Way to go celebrating your unique beauty and perspective.
Thanks for reading, Kristine! And thanks for your comments. Love to hear from you.
Love the way you generously share your experiences.
Beautifully narrated. While I’m not from a mixed-parent background myself, I can deeply relate, having known someone who was.
😁😁 Thank you!
Although both my parents were Indian, sometimes I also struggled with not fitting in because of my appearance. I was called Nepali or Angrej—who knows which ancestral ruler left their mark in my genes. The struggle with identity persisted in the U.S., where I was not only seen as a foreigner but also faced ambiguity about where I was truly from.
So much hinges on appearance, doesn’t it. We humans seem fixated on how someone looks, rather than the type of person they are, their character, their actions.