Introduktion
The summer of 2012 marked a significant journey for my family and me as we embarked on a nearly 24-hour trip to the bustling streets of New Delhi.

The moment we stepped onto those foreign streets, I realized just how different this world was from what I had grown accustomed to.

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Later, we ventured to a nearby shopping mall, mainly to cater to my sister's insatiable appetite for shopping. To our surprise, we found ourselves in a long queue leading to a security checkpoint, a peculiar sight.

Strangely, within minutes, a security personnel whisked us past the queue and the security check. It was baffling; we hadn't paid or done anything out of the ordinary. At the time, I was perplexed by this preferential treatment.

Looking back, it's apparent that our experience was likely influenced by the fact that we were a white family of five. Although I can't complain about saving an hour in line, it felt oddly unusual.

If someone had jumped the line ahead of me after I had waited patiently, I would have been incensed. Such VIP treatment seemed more suited for the rich and famous, not an ordinary middle-class white family.

However, it became a recurring theme throughout our trip to India, where we were consistently treated as if we were affluent or celebrities, a norm for many middle-class white families.

During our journey, we had the opportunity to visit one of India's most iconic attractions, the Taj Mahal.