I am one of the minority of South Asian girls whose parents apply absolutely no pressure with regard to marriage. You may think this is fantastic, as I did until recently when plan C was pulled out from my arsenal.
Do not be mistaken, there were many stereotypical elements to my ‘diasporic’ upbringing. At a very young age I learned it was not ok to talk to boys. It all began in kindergarten when I had my first crush. Justin was a blonde kid in my class and I thought he was great; that is until he held hands in the glue bucket with another girl. I came home one day and told my mom about Justin. My mother’s reaction was to tell me that good Indian girls do not have boyfriends and that I should never talk about such things again.
Good grief.
That was the distant past.
My dear parents are in my eyes the best parents anyone could hope for; sometimes they are just on a different wavelength. They have decided that despite their own arranged marriage they don’t want the same for me, if it can be helped. They want me to go out in the world and as they have hinted find myself a Punjabi doctor/lawyer/dentist. No pressure though. I don’t think they realize that getting arranged was my plan C.
These continue to be my thoughts on this issue. There are 355 days remaining for you to learn whether some sort of McDreamy exists for me out there. Don't get your hopes up, I am after all in Cleveland.
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