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“...the pressure on me to find a husband started very early. A few days after my 1st birthday, within months of my family’s arrival in the U.S., I fell out the window of a three-story building in Baltimore. My father recalls my mother’s greatest concern, after learning that I hadn’t been gravely injured: “What boy will marry her when he finds out?” she cried, begging my father to never mention my broken arm—from which I’ve enjoyed a full recovery—to prospective suitors out of fear my dowry would be prohibitively higher...”
A modern Indian woman struggles with arranged marriage.
I thought this first-person account by a young, single Indian-American was a brilliantly written piece with liberal doses of wit. I am sure a lot of young Indian women are torn between being the dutiful daughter and opting for an arranged marriage or rebelliously going the romantic route with a marriage for love.
