I was 21 years old and it was my first overseas trip. And it wasn’t just another trip — it was a whole three months of living in a new country.
And it wasn’t just any other country. It was what dreams are made of.
United States Of America.
I wasn’t the first Indian student headed to America. I wasn’t going to be the last. But I had the privilege of being from a “less-hated” variety.
I wasn’t planning to immigrate and steal jobs, nor take a full seat or scholarship.