This I Believe
This I believe in the existence of love, the strength of soul mates, and the joy of
its communion; in the sweet embraces, the summer loves, that 12th plastic rose, the idea
of eternity and the possibility that it’s out there even for me, an Americanized Indian girl
with an arranged marriage.
An aromatic smell of spices overcame our living room as my mother was cooking
dinner in the kitchen. My father, older sister, and I sat there in the living room in a trance
watching the newest Hindi blockbuster. Note: Hindi films were of much acclaim to my
parents for their morality, purity, and sanctity. Often we’d come together as a family to
sit down, relax, and watch a good clean Indian film. On this particular day though, such
was not the case. As we were reaching the climax of Kal Ho Na Ho, a tale of two lovers,
something so blasphemous occurred. Both Indian actor and actress awkwardly leaned in
attempting to, brace yourself, “kiss” one another. The vision was less of the romantic, and
passionate kiss fitting yet unexpected of the scene and more of a vision of two fish out of
water gulping for air, but nonetheless this so-called display of affection was unwarranted.
The tension in the room was so thick, blankets of intransient clouds had appeared. And
this is the story of my life.
Love has always been a taboo in the Indian culture. Marriages have been arranged
since the beginning of time along with the belief that love is consequent of marriage.
Growing up I believed just that, love didn’t wholly exist. It was born of familiarity, time
and patience. Though this may still hold some truth, my view on the integration of souls
has changed considerably. It has become more than simply the motions of applying the
red chalo or dot as you may call it. Marriage is a spiritual commitment and love is a
devout feeling, one that should never be directed or forced. The fate that brings two
together, the destiny which we choose, and the path that we live are not without reason.
Love does exist, as a beautiful entity that encompasses the depths of one’s heart.
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