Immigrant Archives - An Indian, An American, And An Explorer In Between

The Guard, The Girlfriend, and The Good Old Trick

One evening, my girlfriend Sanchita and I were quietly enjoying our usual hideaway in the college campus, doing what lovebirds do best. Out of nowhere,...

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Floppy Disks and Last-Minute Risks: Code Confessions

New brooms sweep clean, they say. That certainly held true for me. With newfound love and finally shedding my dreaded stag status as a perpetually...

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Ashes of Affection: When Love Burns Up in Smoke

It was my third year in college, and I was still stuck with the dreaded “stag” tag, a badge for single folks who hadn’t yet...

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Accidental Dating on My First Business Trip: Starbucks Serendipity

As the clock ticked down on my three-week business trip in the US, I arrived back at my hotel on a Friday evening after work,...

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Mastering Bargaining in Canada: A Pre-Groupon Strategy

Back in the day, getting your hands on a camcorder during an overseas trip was like striking gold. These were quite pricey in India, if...

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Nicotine Nightmare in the USA: A Smoker’s Expensive Dilemma

When it came to spending greenbacks, I was an Uncle Scrooge. After all, a dollar translated to 45 rupees. I had diligently brought enough cigarette...

Barroom Brilliance: When Einstein Fails to Impress

During the President’s Day long weekend, my roommate Akira and I decided to visit Los Angeles for a quick getaway. The journey stretched about 350 miles, roughly a six-hour drive,...

Hello, 911 – My Roommate is Murdered!

My roommate Akira was a fitness enthusiast who often went jogging or for long walks every evening. Typically, I returned home from work around 6 pm, but on this particular...

First Drive-Through Experience: Finger Chips and Beefy Surprises

It was 2006, and I had only been in the US for a few months, still adjusting to the culture and language. One evening, I decided to grab some fast...

When Return Policy Meets Frugality

When I was setting up my new apartment, I had purchased a toolbox from Walmart specifically to assemble furniture from IKEA. Shortly after, Ravish, a colleague who had recently moved...

The Father, The Son, and The Unholy Strip Club

Since strip clubs were banned in India and my dad had never experienced one, I decided it was time to introduce him to this unique world. Yet, approaching the topic...

Fresh-off-the-boat: Sweating the Small Stuff

It’s a common preoccupation for fresh-off-the-boat immigrants. Every dollar translated to fifty rupees or more (it is 83+ now!)—it’s like the exchange rate was playing pinball with our minds! So,...

Smooth Sips and Desi Tips: When Scotch Meets Tharra

One evening, my dad’s friend Santosh joined him for their customary evening liquor session. As they settled into their...

A Dusty Struggle

You might wonder what my first challenge was after relocating to India. Well, it was none other than the...

Peek-a-Boo: The Art of Dodging Prying Eyes and a myth of privacy

In India, curiosity flows through our veins like chai in the morning, deeply woven into the fabric of our...

Shades of Misunderstanding: Myth of the American Glow

My family owned two houses in my hometown. When our old house underwent reconstruction, we temporarily relocated to our...

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FSSAI License: Battling Bureaucratic Barriers

Upon returning to India, I immediately noticed the scarcity of organic food options. Being a fan of organic food...

When American English Breaks Hearts

Like any concerned mother, mine was worried about me after my divorce and wanted me to consider getting married...