My parents were both born in the South of India in a city that was then called Madras (now known as Chennai). Their parents were friends and introduced my mum and dad to each other when they were in their mid-twenties. It was not an arranged marriage, per-se, but I suppose semi-arranged by both sets of my grandparents. My dad tried to court my mum over a few months to no avail, until he finally wore her down and she agreed to go out with him on a date. They dated briefly during the 80's and then got married in Madras, before moving to Australia soon after, where my dad's sister lived. They lived in Adelaide for a few years and then moved to Sydney to start a family.
After 35 years of living in Australia, my dad's job was transferred to New York four years ago. My sister and I stayed behind in Sydney to finish university. Over a year after graduation I moved to New York to join them.
Growing up in Australia, my sister and I loved visiting and feeding the Kangaroos.
Praying in traditional South Indian clothes at my sister's baby naming, known as the Thottil ceremony, which is for Tamil Brahmins.
My dad and I riding yaks at the top of a mountain in Shimla, one of the Northern-most parts of India, by the Himalayan foothills.