![]() ![]() Rajan was different from the jocks whose letter jackets I wore in high school. His dark eyes and wide smile made it easy to fall in love with him. Everything they did had an easy, slow rhythm - the way he reset his wristwatch, the block letters he used to take notes, even the super-hero doodles he drew in the margins of his notebook. The first things I noticed were his hands. I'd never thought much about an interracial relationship until I sat next to Rajan in an eastern religions class during our senior year. ![]() Until that night, I'd never had a reason to use the word 'Caucasian.'
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