Along with my earliest memories of life is a dream I will never forget, and one that has popped up in my thoughts throughout my life, and the memory of that dream is as vivid if not more so than my early waking memories. In this simple dream, I sit in the back of a car, my parents are in the front, and I gaze out in wonder as we cross over a magnificent bridge, akin to the Golden gate in San Francisco, but this bridge never seems to end. It crosses an infinite ocean of blue water sparkling in the sun and I feel as if a journey or adventure is about to begin. This dream has several meanings for me, one of being birthed and bought into this world by my parents to take the journey of life. Another interpretation is that being Indian and coming from generations of Indians but being born and raised in completely different western culture, the bridge represents a transition, the crossing over from one side, east, to the other, west.