In the late 1940s and early 1950s, I knew an Indian social worker lady born in Kerala. When India got its independence, she figured there would be no place for a professional woman of her caste and complexion in independent India and asked the British for a job in British Malaya where she was working when I knew her.
I might add that during the British control, she traveled all over India with other college students on top of the railroad cars on the system built by the British. She said she met Mahatma Gandhi and asked him for an autograph. He said he would give it to her if she promised to spin cotton two hours ever day. She told him “Forget it, never mind.”