Andrea liked Sathwika’s wit and saw a keen light in her eyes. She wondered, possibly for the first time since having returned to West Windsor years ago, how similar and how different their lives were. Most of her Indian peers had been born here. They were first generation, but their parents had seen their lives bifurcated in terms of language, religion, and culture. Yes, they tended to stick together, but were they really any more clustered than Jews? Or the Latinx community who gathered for weekend soccer games on the Duck Pond Road fields? Or the Chinese doing their tai chi every morning at
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