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 taught to cover up and not draw attention to myself.
This was the land of dreams and opportunities; it offered them a future that India never could.Archeeta Pujari is a 23-year-old Investment Banker.Cooking, painting, writing and Harry Potter are the great loves of her life!All my life I had been told to shun boys and focus on my education and career, and now that the fruits of my labor were at last beginning to peek out of the dense, leafy foliage, I was faced with this alarming u-turn, and told that in reality, none of this would bring my parents any satisfaction or happiness at all.
My life, and their’s, would remain incomplete until they procured for me an Indian husband.You do understand, of course, that this was all for my own good. They only wanted to give me the best education, the best career and the best shot at life in this foreign country of dreams, with no unnecessary distractions.