I landed at a Paris airport at nine, on my own, to join my mother and start a new life. I spoke English, Kannada and Hindi, and not a word of French. For a while the loud, lively girl I had been in English went quiet in French, because I was so afraid of getting it wrong. Learning the language turned out to be the easy part. Finding the courage to speak was the hard part.
Since then I have studied in three school systems: the discipline and repetition of Bishop Cotton Girls' School in Bengaluru, the creativity of the British School of Paris, and now the critical thinking of the École Européenne Paris La Défense, where I am completing the European Baccalaureate. Each one asked me to unlearn something before I could learn something new, and I have come to enjoy that. My friends call me a social butterfly. I prefer people reader: I listen first, work out where someone is coming from, and then find the way to connect.
I am also dyslexic. For years I thought I was simply less bright than everyone else, until I read Wonder and started asking a better question: not what was wrong with me, but how I learn. The answer was to see or hear things first and read them afterwards, and it changed everything, including my love of the English language. As Auggie says, "Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams."