The stage lights brighten; the first notes of Carnatic violins ring out. Anklet bells jingling and hair ornaments shining, sophomore Sruthi Chetput leaps into a lively choreography of a tale from an...

In a second grade classroom, as winter rain darkened the window, my 7-year-old self sat at her desk and thought about how one day, she might not be Lillian Fu anymore. She would have some other last name,...