My American story started when…
My American story started when I came to the United States in 1979, married to someone I barely knew. I grew up in India and mine was an arranged marriage. In case you wonder.... the arranged part is an introduction; like a blind date but with the family there! I was 23, had never dated, didn't know any guys, and grew up with sisters. A handsome physicist of my faith, was apparently a jackpot. We were both great people individually; together we were not! Both strong personalities, both intellectual, and neither willing to give in. My American story is that I grew into an independent, vocal, and giving woman; nothing like the good wife and mother I was raised to be. Thank you America for providing the environment for me to be who I am meant to be.
Family, Faith