I never told my Bengali parents about my first kiss. I was 14 and we were in the basement of my house in Howell, N.J. Her name was Sharon and she had braces. It didn’t go well. Sorry, Sharon. They never knew about my high school crushes, my dates at Applebee’s, or my first couple of girlfriends. I hid all this because I knew my parents wouldn’t approve. They had an arranged marriage. In India, where they grew up, choosing your life partner was uncommon. Right after graduating college, I finally mustered the courage to introduce my mother to my longtime ...
'The Big Sick,' South Asian identity and me
Romantic complications of South Asian children in US have rarely been displayed as in this film
Sopan Deb | NYT Last Updated at July 24, 2017 09:43 IST