My Immigration Story

Asking where I’m ‘really’ from is about their baggage, not mine.

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People often ask me where I’m from. Their tone reveals a focus on my darker complexion as ‘foreign.’ It’s like saying, ‘When are you due?’ to a woman with a larger waist. It’s awkward because we know there’s more to my story (and their curiosity) than meets the eye. My complexion can rattle some people’s assumptions of…




I share and explore my identity as an Indian-American woman through family stories, spices and more, combing the “foreign” with the familiar, in pursuit of inspired delight.

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Punita shares her musings about midlife, her immigrant family, and life at the intersection of disability and diversity. She loves history, words, and culture.

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