my heritage

As a third culture kid, I spent much of my life in a limbo. Was I Indian, was Singaporean? What makes me from somewhere? Is it my blood? Is it my parents? is it where I live?

I struggled with these questions, not knowing who I was or where I belong. While I do still struggle with these questions when a family member says I’m white washed  a friend says I’m too Indian, I’ve come to connect better with my roots while still embracing my differences. I did not grow up in India and I do not speak my native languages as well as I should— however, I am still allowed to connect with and honour the people and the communities closest to me. Today I can truly say that I am Indian, and even I’m not a “real” Indian in some people’s eyes, that’s okay. This is my identity and I have the right to shape in however I wish.