Life isn't always easy being the older daughter of immigrant parents living in the US. You grow up with a constant chip on your shoulder, because you 'know' people are watching. Always trying to do the right thing, not because you're pious or saintly or it's the right thing to do, but simply because of log kya kahenge.
Those words. Log. Kya. Kahenge. What will people think?
Decisions taken. Silence maintained. Being walked over and mistreated. All for log kya kahenge.
And they say what they want to anyway.
So, today, off comes the chip. I'm handing everyone the mike. Say what you will. I've realized it isn't worth my life. And today, #4, Im grateful for that.
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