Interracial/Intercultural Love Story–We Kept Our Marriage A Secret…

Interracial/Intercultural Love Story We Kept Our Marriage A Secret For A Couple Of Years My husband and I have been together for 12 years and married for 7 years.  We had a rocky start as my somewhat traditional Indian family had a very hard time accepting our relationship.  We kept our marriage a secret for a couple …

5 Reasons Why I Didn’t Change My Last Name After We Got Married

5 Reasons Why I Didn’t Change My Last Name After We Got Married…I Actually Waited 3 Years To Do It. It’s not that I didn’t want to change my last name after getting married. Or that I didn’t want to have to go through the arduous process of sending in forms and standing in lines …

My Interracial/Intercultural Relationship Caused Me To Be Disowned By My Family

My Interracial/Intercultural Relationship Caused Me To Be Disowned By My Family This Relationship Is Not Allowed Growing up in an Indian family, I, Sachin became accustomed to hearing the normal stereotypes used to describe African-Americans, Asians, and a barrage of other ethnicities. From a family perspective, there wasn’t any ill my parents had with these ethnicities; …

7 UNSPOKEN TRUTHS WE ENCOUNTERED WHEN MOVING TO TEXAS WITH ETHNIC NAMES

I am going to preface this post by saying that we enjoyed Texas. Half my family on my mom’s side of the family resides in Texas and they have done so for over a decade.  Nonetheless during our time in the state we discovered some “unspoken truths” that really open your eyes to how cultural differences are not only …

INTERCULTURAL FAMILY TRAVEL: A GUIDEBOOK TO INDIA

BLACK IN INDIA November 2015 was my first visit to India.  After 7 years of marriage, my 2 year old daughter and I were finally going to be meeting our extended family. We had ventured on this initial trip with my husband’s parents as our security detail, entourage, and everything in between. We are looking forward …

I Married Indian. Now, What? I Feel Left Out

I Married Indian. Now, What?  I Feel Left Out Glancing, from the living room into the kitchen we watched my mother-in-law quickly reprimand Amaya for taking the crayon out of her right-hand and placing it into her left.  Amaya firmly belted out, “No, Amma (meaning paternal grandmother in Hindi), no, it’s my crayon!”  My mother-in-law …