A Brown Person in America

"On average, our doorbell in India would ring at least four times in the morning each day. First, the milkman came, then the newspaper and trash pickup. Finally the maid. Here in Austin, the doorbell rang a grand total of zero times. Milk was purchased from the supermarket, Newspapers non-existent. Trash was picked up once a week — we just had to keep it outside. And there was certainly no maid coming here. In fact, no one rang the bell for weeks." — A Six-Bag Migration

"He went to the passport page with the Dependent visa and stamped a big 'CANCEL' mark on it. If there were any lingering hopes of going back to the US on the existing status quo, those were removed." — The Longest 45 Seconds

"Before we cut the call, he stopped and asked me a question. 'Has your company opened a call center in India or something?' I laughed at his question and said I was based out of Dallas, Texas. There was still a hint of suspicion in his voice." — The Longest 45 Seconds

"She started spelling that out. 'G-O-V-I-N?' We asked her to add the 'D' at the end. 'Nice name,' she said before exiting the room. The one fear we had when deciding on the name was that it would not be easily pronounceable. We thought Govind was relatively easy, but seeing the nurse struggle gave us a few jitters." — It's Spelled G O V I N D