I Went to America and It Wasn’t Funny
<p>I was 21 years old and it was my first overseas trip. And it wasn’t <em>just</em> another trip — it was a whole three months of living in a new country.</p>
<p>And it wasn’t <em>just any other </em>country. It was what dreams are made of.</p>
<p>United States Of America.</p>
<p>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 href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/06/10/discrimination-against-indian-americans-happens-more-than-you-might-think/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">a “less-hated” variety</a>.</p>
<p>I wasn’t planning to immigrate and steal jobs, nor take a full seat or scholarship. </p>
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