I was five years old when I left Delhi and arrived in the UK. I couldn’t speak a word of English. Although we were middle class by Indian standards, my parents saw an opportunity for us to gain a better quality of life and better future abroad.
Back then, the connection between the UK and India under Thatcher was strong; immigration was seen as a means of attracting foreign talent and a way of strengthening the workforce to fuel economic growth.
We found ourselves exchanging the comforts of the six-bedroom family home in Delhi for a tiny single room in a house in Southall, west London. We went from being fairly well off to practically poor in an instant.
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