Girl | Indian.

So do not reduce her to a stereotype. Do not call her exotic or docile or angry or mystical.

Indian. A passport. A history of spices and silk, of colonizers and nuclear treaties. The smell of turmeric that won’t wash out from under her fingernails. The weight of a mother’s gold bangles clicking like a warning: Remember who you are. indian. girl

She is the one who negotiates between two warring dictionaries—one in Hindi, one in English—and builds a third language no one taught her. She can argue Marx with her political science professor and still know exactly how much ghee to add to the dal. She can write code in the library and then come home to light a diya for Ganesh, because both acts require precision, both require faith. So do not reduce her to a stereotype