The Red Fridge

Sneha G.

  • I wrote this piece about my experience growing up Indian-American. I struggled with feeling like I didn't fit in in America because I was too Indian, but I also didn't fit in in India because I was too American. When I lived in a predominantly white area as a child, I tried to suppress and ignore my culture in hopes of becoming more like my white classmates. Later, as I learned to embrace my Indian heritage, I worried that because of all the years I spent hiding my culture I wasn't "Indian enough." I felt like an imposter. This story is about those insecurities.

  • I am an extremely introspective person, and I feel emotions very deeply. Writing is how I express myself, unloading difficult feelings like sorrow and anxiety while also gaining a greater understanding of who I am. When I write, I pour my soul onto the paper. There is no better feeling than that.

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