Divya is the perfect Indian girl. She knows the rules.
- Be nice to everyone, always
- Avoid eye contact with boys, they find it arousing.
- DON'T EVER MARRY SOMEONE FROM A LOW CASTE! (These were only some of the rules)
Divya's parents have alway...
I know what people taught of me when i was walking down the street. The perfect daughter, the perfect friend, the perfect girl. Not just any girl. The perfect Indian girl. Beautiful traditional flawless Indian skin. Dark brown eyes, almost as black coffee. Sexy, but mysterious. People couldn't stop turning their heads after they walked past me. Beautiful black hair, with soft curls. And my smile... I could get anyone to smile back to me.
There was a steadiness to me as if all the storms in the world were whispering breeze when I was there. There was something about me, that draw people to me easily. Perhaps it was because i treated everyone equally or was it my kindness?
I know how you had to be. I was the definition of "A perfect Indian girl". I knew the rules.
- Don't laugh. Only smile.
- Be beautiful (Which wasn't hard for me)
- Be nice to everyone, always!
- Avoid eye contact with boys, they find it arousing.
- NEVER EVER GET A BOYFRIEND/MARRY SOMEONE FROM A LOW CASTE! (That was a BIG ONE for my family)
- Delete the words: Boyfriend, alcohol, drugs, success, clubs, party, ambition, hope, and life. This will make things very easy, and we don't want that.
Not that i had a problem with any of the rules. My parents were not as strict as other Indian parents. They trusted me. I hang out with white boys and girls, of course only the ones that were rich, and in a high caste.
We live in Goa in India. The southwestern coast of India. We love living here. Close to everything. When people came into our house they couldn't stop staring. Our house wasn't like other houses in Goa. We were rich, and people could see it on us. We lived close to the beach which we loved. When i was younger my parents and i walked on the beach every day at evening times. We don't do it that often anymore.
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I live with my mum Elina and Dad Aakash. We're a small family.
Oh, and my name is Divya, which means Divine or Divine brilliance in Sanskrit. My parents were big on giving names with meaning.
But, this isn't the story about me. This is the story about him. About how i fell in love with a "Dalit" an "untouchable". I basically ruined one of our culture's biggest rules.
