This year for Mother’s Day we went into the city to see the “Beyond Bollywood” exhibit and give the youngest generation a chance to see what my generation experienced growing up, and let the grandparents give their two cents too.
This picture, of the family table with thalis full of the food I grew up on, brought back fond memories and smiles. What made it even more memorable were the photos at some of the seats, showing the modern replacement fast-food versions of those dishes. Proving how mainstream Indian culture and cuisine have become in America.
Though the toughest part was done by my parents’ generation (they were the actual immigrants - I just grew up here) it makes me proud to see how we’ve become part of the fabric of America, just like every other nationality that came here following a dream.
Jai Hind!
What are we all doing here anyway?
basket ball hooooooooooooooooooooop
Thoughts on refugees
It doesn't stop raining outside California
Liberty and freedom is what America stands for. We have a statue that towers above liberty island. The token of friendship France has bestowed upon us.
Indoor Tennis - The Kastles
Leelou, porch napping before the inevitable rainstorm.
Hearts on strings
Back in September, when I first moved to Washington - H street festival