I am used to being stared at simply in their sweet pink sarees, to little girls who wave as they pass by me, to uni students or power women and, of course, most Indian men who spot me.
Normally it never bothers me at all but this time it did.
He felt the same way and for a few weeks we dated, spending every possible moment together getting to know each other.
I noticed her stop so I looked up, and she turned to her daughter and said something along the lines of “ohhh, look at him trying out a gori’ loud enough for us to hear across the room.
Then she proceeded to point, bring in what looked like her sister into the gossip-fest … She stared with a look of disgust at me and continued to gossip to each family member as they filed by, pointing and judging us. I had a pashmina around me, no skin was showing except from around the collar bone up to my neck and I looked ‘nice’ and moderately conservative so it wasn’t my attire.
All things said and done, even though I have no idea what our future holds, I don’t regret a moment of it and I love the way I feel …
both about him and the general aura of being a woman in love. Do not reproduce any part of this article without the author’s permission.
Feelin’ pretty good about that realisation I’ve gotta say because I do love this country and I sort of thought there was no relationship hope for me if I stayed.