This is the begining.

Note: For those of you who don't speak punjabi, "nashpati" is the word for "pear".

I am one part of an interracial relationship. Long ago my ancestors traveled from Ireland (Ulster-region) and settled here in America. Five generations later came my grandmother, six generations later my mother and finally the seventh generation: me. We are your average middle class American family. My parents have divorced and remarried, my only sibling (a brother) is in the army and our cooking is very basic, limited to grilled cheese sandwiches, pasta from a box, and vegetables from the freezer.

V. is the second part of this interracial relationship. His family came here about 14 years ago from India, he is a first generation American. His parents do not believe in divorce (like many in the Indian culture/ Lowest divorce rate is in India!), they are hindu (more spiritual though), and his mother is amazing in the kitchen, she can make her own yogurt and her food doesn't come from a box (you know what I mean).

This is probably the most interesting part of my life. Our differences, although never a problem, is often a conversation with friends, family and sometimes strangers. As we our relationship gets deeper the questions get more and more serious. Hopefully it's blog-worthy =)