Is loving someone a crime? According to the traditions of India, loving someone before marriage is the biggest crime a person can commit. According to my customs and heritage, am I to be considered an outcast? Have I committed a crime to bring shame to my family because I had followed my heart? Has the girl I loved brought ignominy to her family? Are our families to be considered outcasts? Does a person's family decide the character of the child? These are just few of the questions I had thought of after the girl I loved decided to break up with me. I don't think I have committed a crime, I have followed my heart where now the only thing I need to do now is to never fall in love. Falling in love is the biggest mistake any person can make in their life.
According to modern culture and ideology all this may all seem to be whimsical. I grew up where my parents had always thought me to have an open mind about everything. But when parents become hypocrites of their own words and teachings, it makes a person doubt one's trust in their parents.
My relationship started with the truth and ended with a lie. I had met her at a wedding. I wanted to know her so I began to talk to her. At first we were acquaintances, then we became friends for a short while, and later we (may be I should say "I") had fallen in love. During the time that I had started to know her, I had also established a friendship with her brother. When we saw each other, we had always exchanged greetings and talked a little bit. I made excuses to meet his brother, when in reality; I just wanted to see her. For three years I continued to do this. When she learned to use email, I got her email address, and I emailed her. For two weeks we had emailed each other back and forth. I was always afraid to tell her what I felt. But she knew that I liked her from what I wrote to her. She couldn't wait anymore for me, so she just told me that she loved me. Then I had done the same. Emailing... [continues]
According to modern culture and ideology all this may all seem to be whimsical. I grew up where my parents had always thought me to have an open mind about everything. But when parents become hypocrites of their own words and teachings, it makes a person doubt one's trust in their parents.
My relationship started with the truth and ended with a lie. I had met her at a wedding. I wanted to know her so I began to talk to her. At first we were acquaintances, then we became friends for a short while, and later we (may be I should say "I") had fallen in love. During the time that I had started to know her, I had also established a friendship with her brother. When we saw each other, we had always exchanged greetings and talked a little bit. I made excuses to meet his brother, when in reality; I just wanted to see her. For three years I continued to do this. When she learned to use email, I got her email address, and I emailed her. For two weeks we had emailed each other back and forth. I was always afraid to tell her what I felt. But she knew that I liked her from what I wrote to her. She couldn't wait anymore for me, so she just told me that she loved me. Then I had done the same. Emailing... [continues]
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