Immigrant nostalgia is a Hydra—a lashing, many-headed thing made of grief.
India for white filmmakers is a place in their imagination.
There is something resplendent in the stories of our parents.
They were a two-sided awakening for me; a bi-panic-inducing pairing.
I get the melancholic task of laughing through my grief.
The film contains a pantheon of archetypes, all of them represented in these Indian Panjabi women.