I keep thinking that every time, I read posts in this blog (and mind you, these are atleast 5 years old, if not more) nothing seems juvenile. I cant help but think, how mature we- as people were. Proud of us Sammy and Avu. Toast to us.
While a lot of my the-then friends worked up to becoming a good, Indian wife, we rebelled and fought for choices. Choices that we thought should NOT change our lives. Not even a teeny bit.
I still remember the heated arguments with my dad, sulking one moment and negotiating the next. Tonnes of years later, I am glad I did it. It just makes perfect sense. I am glad I did not end up like someone who hates herself. Equalism debates paid off. :)
While a lot of my the-then friends worked up to becoming a good, Indian wife, we rebelled and fought for choices. Choices that we thought should NOT change our lives. Not even a teeny bit.
I still remember the heated arguments with my dad, sulking one moment and negotiating the next. Tonnes of years later, I am glad I did it. It just makes perfect sense. I am glad I did not end up like someone who hates herself. Equalism debates paid off. :)
