Dating a hindu girl
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If you are a regular reader of my blog I’m sure you will be happy to learn that in January – after about 18 months – I finally met a SINGLE smart, handsome Indian power guy (ahhhh the best kind!
The second thing that happened really took me by surprise.
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.
I suppose we all size people up by the look of them – judging a book by its cover so to speak.
But taking it any further like that woman did is just awful.
That sort of broke it up and they continued out the door.
He felt the same way and for a few weeks we dated, spending every possible moment together getting to know each other.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.She was judging us because I wasn’t born in the same country she was without knowing a thing about me.And why the colour of their skin or where they were born should be any concern to anyone else but themselves.Passing judgement on people without knowing a thing about them is a terrible pastime.