Life, as we know it.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about a couple that are forced to live a lie, because love is something uncommon so young in an Indian society.

Meeting him three years ago was destiny. It was magical. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. You see, love is something you don’t try and make happen, it just does without you doing anything. And when it does, it feels like you’re alive. It’s when everything and anything you ever wished for, has finally come true. And it did for me on the 4th November 2009. Loving someone comes at a price in traditional Indian families. It isn’t always about how you feel and what makes you the happiest girl in the world. It about dominance, about them dominating you and letting the family encapsulate your feelings and try and change you because they think it’s for the better. It isn’t about love at first sight, and seeing someone you’ve never met for the first ever time, and wanting to marry them because you know they are THE ONE. It’s about growing to love someone in Indian families. Marrying someone you don’t know apart from his name, and being accustomed to marry them because the family he belongs to have high values within the community.

This isn’t love. Nor is it happiness. It’s torture, not only emotionally but physically. It feels like a visage partly fictional, with an enjoyment level of zero. But no, this Is reality. This is what the children of indian families are faced with in their so-called “life”. The word “life” itself seems imaginary, like we’re in a zone of exclusion, whereby our feelings and happiness don’t count, don’t matter. Well, they do. And let me tell you one thing, this new generation are the key to change; to make dreams happen, to let love dominate rather than people, and to learn to love yourself and marry because you love him. Not because you believe and try to make yourself think that you will learn to love him one day. Because life is way too short to be living a lie; to be stuck thinking that one day, just one day, you will begin to live your life.

Living life with this traditional Indian culture is torture. I’m engaged, yet its secrecy. Indian families don’t approve of such a thing at a young age, and so we’re living a life full of lies to suppress the heartache and the drama.

It all began on that road we first met on, the road my dad bought the new house on. We began meeting up there once or twice every week after I finished school. It wasn’t exactly the ideal place to see your boyfriend every time at the same place. But it didn’t matter, as long as we got to see each other. We had to hide away, as it would seem shameful for someone within our community to see such an indecent “thing”. It wasn’t “normal”. But then what was? Meeting someone your family find for you from another country, illiterate and not knowing anything about you apart from your name, your educational background and wealth and marrying them? It pains me to say, that Indian families are corrupt, and have never experienced such love. Love is something you don’t learn, something you can’t help. Yet, they thought it was?

People in the world reading my story, may feel that why would I write about something that’s being happening for years, for generations should we say. But I feel that releasing my emotions and writing about my own experience will help people in the same position as me understand what kind of life we have to deal with. How we think that this so-called “life” is “normal”. Well it isn’t. And it never will be, unless we do something about it.

I don’t care about being in the papers and letting people read all about it. Or even the fact that the world will know my name. We’ve been together three years, nearly two months and counting. One day we decided that we needed to stop these lies, the secrecy and the heartache, and planned to get a flat together once I was eighteen which was the legal age for basically freedom in the UK.

We started renting and decided it was time to tell them, but it was extremely difficult to tell them. You know the feeling you have when you really want something, yet something holds you back. This was just it. I’ve never had the nerve to be open with my parents about anything, and yet when the time came it was still difficult, due to the way I had been brought up. The way traditional Indian families bring their kids up.

This year has changed my life more than ever. I told them eventually in the summer of 2012, and my dad was in total shock, tearing the house down with his anger and vengeance. I didn’t know what to do or what to think, but I knew was I loved him and nothing, or no-one would change my feelings about him. My “fiancé” called the police as he thought I was in danger. I had to credit on my phone to text or call to say you know, things are under control because they weren’t. We wanted to tell them properly like any other couple would tell their family, by calling him over for a meal and telling them how we felt about each other. But there was no other option.

Since the tender age of 14, I’ve worked so hard to try and achieve my dreams, my ambitions and to fulfil the wishes I had. My grandma always told me, to not let anyone, or anything get in the way of your dreams and to not let anyone get you down. Since she passed away from Oesophageal cancer in August 2009, it was like a blessing to meet someone that cared and loved me unconditionally and irrevocably.

I want to go on holidays with him, spend Christmas and New Year’s Eve and day together, like a couple in love do. It’s just so difficult, and will be for the next four years living a lie yet again, pretending that everything’s okay when the going gets tough and making it seem that everything is normal when it isn’t. Because that definitely isn’t the way to live your life, and its not happiness.

With all this in mind, we want our beautiful babies to grow up knowing that they can express their feelings to us, in the way we couldn’t. To do everything we can for them, one day when we have children of our own. Now, you tell me. Is wanting to be with him, getting married and having babies too much to ask?

Submitted: December 22, 2012

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Thank-you very much! This is just a glimpse of my story.

Hopefully once I've finished re-drafting and writing it the world can see how I've lived my life for the past 18 years. One day I really want my story to be published, just so people in the same position as me can relate it to their life and just realise that things can get better and it's not the way to live your life.

Thu, December 27th, 2012 4:56pm

Laura DeWinter

This story sounds more like a real-life account, and it is very colorful. I enjoyed it; though there are a few run-on sentences and spelling errors. In paragraph four, "find" should be "found". Other than that, though, good job.

Sat, December 29th, 2012 5:05pm


Thanks, much appreciated. It is a real-life account that's happened to me. But I want to write a story based on my experience properly which is more of a story than an account. I just want people to understand more about my life :)x

Sat, December 29th, 2012 7:56pm

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