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I was taught to cover up and not draw attention to myself.When I was 10, and the topic of my conversations among friends began to veer away from TV shows and made-up games towards boys for the first time, I was withdrawn from sex education at school.
Their kind was to be treated with suspicion, with their depraved concepts of single parenthood, divorce, boyfriends, pubs, gay rights and female bus drivers.You do understand, of course, that this was all for my own good. They only wanted to give me the best education, the best career and the best shot at life in this foreign country of dreams, with no unnecessary distractions.So I did my best for them, I made sure that their sleepless nights and tears and raised voices didn’t go to waste.But you see, I am Indian, and you are not, and although the colour of my skin makes not the slightest difference to you, for me it is a different story.By virtue of the simple fact that I was born as a girl, to Indian parents, I carry upon my shoulders, the burden of centuries of expectations, traditions, rituals and responsibilities that every Indian girl must bear from birth till death.Raised in London, but an Indian at heart, she feels strongly about the hypocrisy, misogyny and discrimination that continues to plague Indian women.
While scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, I came across a link to a Gawker article that one of my friends reposted.
You have shown me nothing but respect and kindness and patience in the years that I have known you, but know that he will always be preferable to you, even if he demands lavish gifts and all expenses for the wedding to be borne by my parents.
For Indian men have such high standards, unlike men of your race, and he is doing me such a favor by agreeing to marry me. Your parents have welcomed me into their homes and hearts with open arms, simply because you chose to love me.
Unlike you, he will never make me suffer the indignity of living as a divorced woman, with the freedom to live independently, travel the world or seek the love of another man. Your face broke into a smile of delight when I whispered the news to you in tremulous tones.
You said that we would raise him together, love him unconditionally till our dying day. The penalty for illicit love like our’s is severe, possibly even death, for there is no greater shame than this. I am not like you, free to live and love as I please.
All my life I had been told to shun boys and focus on my education and career, and now that the fruits of my labor were at last beginning to peek out of the dense, leafy foliage, I was faced with this alarming u-turn, and told that in reality, none of this would bring my parents any satisfaction or happiness at all.