stared at me as I walked proudly across
my eye and smiled. At first, I resented being an ( 5b ). Then I wondered: perhaps
I reminded them of a wonderful holiday in India or a favorite Indian cookbook. Shop
assistants pronounced their words clearly when they spoke to me. Everywhere, I was
stopped with questions about India as if wearing a sari had made me an ( 5c ). One
Japanese lady near Times Square asked to have her picture taken with me. (B)A tourist
had thought that I was one, too, just steps from my home.
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ese were unexpected ( 2b ). Indian taxi drivers raced across lanes and
When my daughter
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