Never Take No For Answer, And Try

You Know, The Sad Thing Of Post-9/11, Which Was Of Course Horrific, Was That The City In Which I Felt Completely At Home For Two Decades, Suddenly People Like Us - Brown People - Were Looked At As The 'others.'

If We Don't Tell Our Own Stories, No One Else Will.

I Grew Up In A Very Small Town Which Is Remote Even By Indian Standards. I Always Dreamed Of The World.

My Family Is Almost Exactly Like The One In 'monsoon Wedding'. We Are Very Open, Fairly Liberal, Loud People.

It Took Me Three Years To Learn To Dress In The American Way, Especially In Winter. That Was Just Like Me. I Barely Wear Socks Even Now.