The first test said my DNA matched that of people from the general subcontinent including India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. Every subsequent update narrows down the geography, first to western India, then to the southwest, now a specific slice of the Malabar Coast, making it clear that from Papa with his afro to Nani with her three wisps of hair, we are actually pure Indian phenotypes. Our almond eyes are not Chinese. Our height is not Dutch. Our curls are not Portuguese.
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creative non-fiction: What Starbucks Gave Us
But in the suburbs, in the 90s, in the great American Midwest, where could a youth go to act out the beat life? Enter Starbucks with her siren call, replete with mismatched armchairs, almond biscotti, and warm piano jazz, a glimpse into the archetypical metropolis.
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