Constrictions

London. England. 2013.

Currently, the population of the city lies to be 8.4 million, this includes all classes of people, upper and lower, middle and working. Yet the opportunity of companionship for me, is given to a mere 500,000 of these.

Growing up in an family like mine, you would be given lessons on the following: Rules, Regulations and Responsibilities. Being the only daughter of the house, I have the terrible misfortune of gaining my brothers' share of these. Unlike media portrays it to be, being Indian isn't just about the clothes and the colours.

As if being female wasn't enough.

Another benefit of my skin colour is that it allows me to live through every constricting, uptight and inhumane brown stereotype that could possibly exist and that's not even half of it. Yet I fight the biggest battle of my life, alongside it, to right the wrongs that I have been subjected to for the past 26 years of my life and finally bring justice to my name.

I'm Radha.

Yes, the Hare Krishna one. Despite contrary belief, I am called this by choice, as it is not my parents or my family that had bestowed the honour of my name to me as quite frankly, I was born to be nothing but a burden in their lives. No, I am Radha, because of it's meaning: 'The Luck of Success'. And I still pray each and every day that some of this luck will shine itself onto my fate, as God knows that I am in dire need of it.

I'd say it's a pleasure to have met you. But then we'd both know that I'm lying - and I do try my best not to (most of the time).

So I shall stick to my very stereotypically English greeting of 'How do you do?'.

Me? Not so well.

Shall we see if you agree?

NOTE: Heyy everyone! I've read a lot and have finally been forced to publish, so please do vote and comment so I know that I'm doing okay with this so far or for any constructive criticism:) Hopefully I'll see you at the next update!

ML x