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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.
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.
I was invited to discos and movie nights and parties, but of course, I could not go.For you see, although I had done all they had asked for and succeeded in the path they had chosen for me, it didn’t matter anymore. What use was a high flying career or a large salary – if they could not find a suitable Indian boy for me to marry and settle down with?I see the confusion in your eyes, my love, and this was how I felt too.And only an Indian parent has the strength, the unshakable mettle, to put honour, tradition and duty above all else, even an only daughter. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I will always be followed by a billion eyes, and a billion tongues, watching my every move, judging me at every turn, ready to shred me to pieces at the first sign of falter.
For I am an Indian girl, and this is the burden I have been raised to bear.I worked 14 hour days, often seven days a week for three years and, at the end of it, received the promotion I had been working towards.