Learning to Welcome the Stranger Within

When you began in a different world than the one you’re supposed to call home

The author (right) and her mother, Simla, India, 1957, courtesy of the author


When I was three, my family lived in a house in New Delhi with a rooftop terrace where we slept out in the open on hot summer nights. My first memories are filled with that Indian ocean of stars overhead, the desert sky stretching wide…