I am from books.
I am from words and music notes.
I am from the energy and sometimes chaos in my house, always a constant.
I am from Diwali and Christmas.
From roti and paneer, dal and rice, and pizza and garlic bread too.
I am from Texas and India.
I am from Anumeha and Gurneet.
I am from the smarty pants and the funny one.
From arre bhais and hey bhagwans.
I’m from the craziness passed down from generation to generation.
From the refugee my father became as a child.
From my grandfather who lost a part of his finger as a child.
And from the distance my great grandfather traveled for a good education.
I am from a reincarnation of a soul that came before me.
I am from all this and more.
I am from a closet full of memories of the past.