As beautiful as ever are the streets of New York with its competent pace Oops by the way I’m Sandy. It feels odd for me actually to carry around my real name Sandya Pinto I’m an Indian American walking along the streets of the most desired city of the world with thousands of thoughts across my mind. Well to be precise about my self my parents are strict Indians who tried hard to inculcate in me the rich traditional values.
The situation now is a search for myself. Who am I? What is my identity? Its true that in my appearance and speech I resemble an American teen but my origin is Indian. I love this city and its advancement in technology, economy anything one could desire for. Yet it’s a hard truth to digest that I cannot clam for this to be mine entirely. It’s the same when I go back to India its strange land even though I could relate to few aspects end of the day I can’t get along. Whom do I blame? My parents who came over to make a better living? My destiny for having put me in such a conflict? Or God the designer of this entire story of mine? I have no answer.
I love this place beneath the Brooklyn bridge it gives me a view of the entire city. Its here that I often come to resolve my internal conflicts. Now my situation is that of great joy but still with the risk of losing it all. In the University of Pace it’s common for youngsters to appear in pairs. This happens over a period of four five days among the new comers. But Jim always had a strange difference. It is accidentally that I noticed him attempting to resolve a conflict between his friends I noticed it was something not very common. He looked charming like any other American but there was something I felt that common in us. In the second year we had a class together that how he got to know me. Jim was a celebrity in the university known by all for his exceptional singing ability, talented to the extent that the crowd would be mesmerized by his voice and the tune of his guitar. Getting to know him closer made me realize the truth that his Grandmother was an Indian by origin a Punjabi to be precise and she had a great influence over his way of thinking. Jim once confessed that he could do with the absence of his Mom but never his grandmother. He loved taking her to India. He loved the joint family system there. He also wished that he was born an Indian. But the truth again is he is an American as both his parents are. Even though Jim is a Christian not a catholic unlike me, he is a believer but not all that religious. Jim believes in getting joy from the simple slices of life be it a cute kids smile or a street violinist performance in comparison to a party or anything like that . I never realized that my admiration for him had taken a different turn but I never dared confessing to him.
We became friend actually on the day when he was a bit late to class was not able to find another place other that the one beside me he greeted me for my pleasant surprise and asked me if he could borrow me pen. That’s how its started after a couple of weeks he asked me if I would like to Join him for a visit to the old age home near his place. Its there that I witnessed the angle in him. At first I thought it was his attempt to impress me but then I learnt that he always brought somebody new to this place and that day it happened to be me.
As any girl could desire for I found in him a unique charm unlike anybody else. The moment of Joy was when he asked me if I would be willing to bear his company for the rest of my life. I was shocked and speechless because it was known in the college that Jim never asked a girl out or anything like that there were even doubts about him being straight. But now here lies my conflict, I replied to Jim I would love to but I will give you a reply after talking to my parents. He smiled and replied expected of you Sure I would wait.
I don’t know what my parents will have to say about it. Although they have always been supportive of my Choices. With faith that my decisions will be trusted I walk along homeward. I believe that everything has a purpose even though human beings are different and diverse by their origin or due to the demands of the geographical location there is a strong bond of love that knits us together. End of the day we all can smile we all can frown human emotions are of the same essence. Culture just happens to be there but not as a wall of separation but a different perspective of looking.
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