The Story of Samir: Rooted in Transition
In the dim light of a college café on a crisp autumn afternoon, I first encountered Sam. He introduced himself simply as Sam, a name stripped of its complexity, ready for the world. Later, I would learn he was Samir, a name that bore the weight of history and expectation, woven into the vibrant tapestry of India. He stepped into this new life with a fervor that was both intoxicating and naive, eager to immerse himself in the American dream, particularly the glamorous life he had observed through the glowing screen of television. ...