There is something I want to say and set straight about arranged marriage.
After my father died and my mother was left with me.
It was the opinion of white people I believed.
That women fall back on nothing and stand by themselves.
No support, no nothing.
Alone and lonely, perhaps even drowned in sorrow and misery.
It could all be.
However the older I get, I start to understand, from my mother’s experience, perhaps I have even seen when I was together with her.
We, Indian women, are built this restitant.
We know we can fall back on our anchestors and spirual guides, you can even call it an inner compass.
Perhaps a new kind of independance, that I am speaking about.
One that makes me aware, I can live without my family.
A long journey that is ending, I have to say a mission accomplished.
My sight was troubled, perhaps even blinded by western opinions.
Just for me to know I am built to be resistant to live.