While I was growing up in California, there was always this undefined thing about me that my peers and and I did not understand. Until one day, I went on one of those trips half way around the world and met my kinfolks again. Then, I discovered that the ambiguity in me was really my desiness or bengaliness and that there were gifts that came with it. The gift of being bengali for me include wearing saris, salwars, churis(bangles), and tips (that thing you wear on the forehead), getting to eat daal (lentil), samosas, begunis (eggplant dish), mishtis (sweets), and getting to acknowledge the bengali new year called boishaki (which for some reason makes me feel unique),etc. However, the most important gift of being bengali has been for me is being able to meet nice family and friends, and if I was not bengali, then I would not exist in the world. Therefore, being bengali is really a gift of life for me. There are gifts in being part of the U.S. also, no matter what culture you belong to, there are gifts in being part of that culture.
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