Raised in London, but an Indian at heart, she feels strongly about the hypocrisy, misogyny and discrimination that continues to plague Indian women.
Indian men are intelligent, decent and caring, loyal and tolerant and are usually not afraid to express emotions, in comparison to many Western men.
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.
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conversations among friends began to veer away from TV shows and made-up games towards boys for the first time, I was withdrawn from sex education at school.
I was two years old when my parents left the shores of India forever and came here to build a new life for themselves.
I was invited to discos and movie nights and parties, but of course, I could not go.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.The air was cool and temperate, not hot, damp and sweaty; the children were plump, fair and healthy, not weedy and malnourished; and the streets were clean and litter free, not writhing with the tangled limbs of the handicapped, destitute and starving. We played together in the blissful lighthearted way that only very small children can, but I was always reminded that I was not one of them.Their kind was to be treated with suspicion, with their depraved concepts of single parenthood, divorce, boyfriends, pubs, gay rights and female bus drivers.