By Rashi Rohatgi

Rashi Rohatgi teaches in London and reviews books at Africa in Words. Her fiction and poetry appear in The Misty Review, Allegro, and Anima.

  1. Over deep-dish pizza on our honeymoon, my husband tells me that at our wedding reception, a childhood friend of mine drunkenly mentioned to him that he was completely wrong for me. “She told me you were the most Indian of all of your friends,” he says, but is confused, because he already went above and beyond my expectations of cultural assimilation by taking a Bollywood dance class.

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