I’ll tell you when it happened to me
inside a watery balloon
muffled Tamil filtered through.
The world outside awaited me
Mama and chittis, thatha, and patti.
dhal and iddli, curds and rice
scents of spices to entice.
My fate was settled it would seem
a child of India I would be
destined to live in families’ arms
plying my first- granddaughter charms.
But then, a hairpin turn in fate.
My life in Bharat would have to wait.
A conversation passed between
mother and father still unseen.
He left for opportunity
she stayed and waited there for me
then later she would make her way
the crying babe would have no say.
Together they would meet him there
and build a life in Delaware.
And now I am the me you see
So much of who I am today
the things I think and do and say
are born of one small change in course
that had an immeasurable force.
Indian I will always be
but American is what makes me, me.
NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 9