I spent my youth as an Indian, and it was not very fun.
I was the only kid in my village and there was not a single person in my extended family who was an Indian.
At one point, I asked my parents to move me to a place where there were more people of Indian descent and they reluctantly agreed.
I would say I was lucky because I was able to be close to my family.
But even then, there were no easy options for me to make friends or to be accepted into Indian culture.
So, I was a minority in my family and in my own village, I would have had to live on my own.
I would not have been able to live a normal life.
In fact, I often felt guilty for being an outsider.
It felt like an unfair injustice to all Indians, and I was not ready to accept that.
But after graduating from university, I went to India for my final year of study and found a community that welcomed me as an outsider, with the exception of the older men.
I got to know a lot of the young women in my group and learnt that it was possible to be an Indian woman in America, too.
In my twenties, I decided to move to California.
I came here with my best friend, who had been an American Indian from an early age.
We started to work with people who were from different backgrounds and different languages.
In America, I learned how to speak English and became fluent.
I also began to understand and appreciate how diverse America is.
At that time, I also became interested in the history of America and its people.
I started to study American history and culture, including its history of slavery.
I became fascinated by the role of slaves in shaping American culture.
I even started a book club in my university and wrote books about American Indian culture and history.
I realised that America was not only a place for me, it was also a place I wanted to live and a place to learn about.
I decided that I wanted a life of my own and that I would stay in America for my studies.
At the same time, it also seemed that I was destined to be a successful artist.
I am now a freelance writer and an award-winning graphic artist in the US.
I feel that I have a unique perspective and talent for storytelling.
In the beginning, I did not have a lot in common with other Indians in America.
I did have an American accent, and my family was not Indian.
But over the years, I became interested by the diverse American culture and its history.
When I came to the US, I started studying in a different town in the city, where I felt more at home.
I learned about the history and the people of America through my friends and the history books they were reading.
I started working on my first book about my life in America and about my new surroundings.
It was about an Indian American family from the south who were trying to move back to India after being deported to the south from California in the mid-1950s.
The book became a success and has been translated into Hindi and other languages.
I have also published it in English, in various editions, and now I am hoping to translate it into Hindi.
I have been fortunate to have a close friend in America who has been an Indian-American since childhood.
We grew up in the same village, and we have the same family values and culture.
She has been my family guide and guide of Indian origin for more than 50 years.
It has been a great help in my development as an artist and as a person.
She was also the first person I spoke to in the U.S. about my experience in India and I have since learned more about the people and history of India and about the different cultures in the country.
I was born in India but have been a citizen of India since the age of 15.
I had my own family and I spent most of my childhood in New York City.
My family moved to California and we stayed with them there for the next eight years.
My mother taught English to me and later on I got my first English degree from a university.
But I did go to school in India at the same school.
At a certain point, my mother’s family moved out of India.
I joined my father’s family, and that was the beginning of a new life in India.
In my early 20s, I got married and had three children, a girl and two boys.
I left my mother and the family home and came to California in search of a better life.
I studied in a university in Los Angeles.
I moved to New York in the 1980s and was working as a freelance illustrator for a few years.
I eventually came to live with my mother in New Jersey.
I stayed in New England for the rest of my life.
Then I moved to South Carolina, which was about to become a major US trading hub.
My sister had left India