America by Default

First of all, I am not a writer, I just suffer from verbal diarrhea.

The reason for my title is actually quite simple. It is not related to the economy or anything like that. I never had America in my life plan. There was no intention to ever move here. However, “life happened”, it became my home and after almost 20 years of being here, I do still call it home, but there is something that is nagging at me. Something I need to figure out. So let’s start this story from as far back as I can remember.

A brief history: I was born in India to two amazing soulmates. I was their “love child”. They were married, but even then, there was drama. My paternal grandparents were upset their son was marrying a Sunni woman…blah, blah, blah! But after I was born they were more accepting. My mother was on the darker side so she had to deal with racism in the family, and so did my brother. I was raised to be very independent, honest, respectful and empathetic.

I am going to write this in different parts and it may be haphazard. I make no apologies for that as this is straight from my heart.

This is my therapy 😉

Coming up next: Late 80’s/Early 90’s