By Sravani Banerjee
In the eighties, I longed for home
My mother's spicy, aromatic curries
My father's quiet presence
My siblings' laughter
My friends' endless chatter
The warmth of home
The smell of sandalwood incense
The familiarity of my neighborhood
The monstrous monsoons of Calcutta
Thundering, threatening cumulus clouds
Dark skies, incessant rain, flooded streets
Hot tea with samosas
Street vendors serving spicy Jhal muri
College days-youthful and carefree
Today, my home is San Jose
Where I arrived as a new bride
from a faraway land
Blended, assimilated
Raised my children
and fell in love
with the diversity
the multicultural spirit
the intermingling of cultures
The ultimate acculturation
Where else would I find
A taqueria, a pho place, a Carls' Junior and a dosa café, all in the same strip mall?
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