CHEEMIDI!” It's an Indian saying to excuse myself while squealing from a sneeze. Snot dripped from my nose and that was how I embarrassingly started my first day of school. Neither the teacher nor the other students could understand what I said because they spoke Marathi and I spoke only Telugu. I had just turned 4 and my parents decided to send me to kindergarten. The outsider cycle repeated itself 6 months later, but this time in Hsinchu, Taiwan. It was like being "out at sea" when trying to communicate with people who spoke Mandrin. I splashed around in the waves of the Chinese language and learned enough to make some nice friends. My ship left port again. This time venturing through Sunnyvale, California and the English language. At the age of 5 I was not fluent in English but was quite proficient in several languages ​​ranging from Mandrin to Hindi and now Telugu to English. The story, however, does not end here; we took a short trip and docked our boat in native India, where I was forced to learn Hindi again. Only this time I would have to run...