Sublime

In the first half of the decade, before the landmark 1965 act, just as Bhupendra was arriving as a student, a mere 3,355 Indians had immigrated to the United States. In the second half, as Bhanu was achieving green-card status, nearly 28,000 Indians had done the same. This eightfold increase in immigration was greater than that of any other nationa

Each time I cross a border, I feel the push and pull in my body, a cacophony of competing desires. And always there are choices to make: what to assimilate, what to reject. Is it true that we are always, as migrants, and the children of migrants, attempting to choose what my parents call "the best of both worlds"? Or is it possible to tra

He was a wind chime in human form, dangling dorkily from the glorious tree of higher education.

First up were two young Tamil dancers in red and turquoise saris, biting their lips and looking at each other.

If his father's absence had been unique, perhaps it might have caused Bhupendra more grief. But in fact, few fathers were present in the neighborhood, and it had been that way for a long time. Bhupendra knew that paternal migration had begun at least two generations earlier, with his grandfather Motiram. Now, almost all of his uncles and older cous