A Girl and a Neem Tree: Identity and the Belonging of Not Belonging

I’m not sure I know what belonging is.  There are moments I can glimpse it—my mother tucking curly fly-aways behind my ear, wafts of samosa hovering above the chatter of Aunties huddled around the stove, the borrowed humming of a sitar in the background of my favorite television show—the actors’ skin paler than my own. …