one of the few good things about being home

go for it. 

maybe it won’t be so bad. 

being asked questions by 
complete strangers, new
ones every time. maybe
it’ll be fun. a game of sorts.
i could be a different character
each time.

not in front of my family, of
course. but if they let us
speak privately. it could be fun.

sort of.

perhaps. 

bahahah.. 

http://youknowyouare-indianwhen.tumblr.com/

if my mum does drive into town to visit me today, it shall be the day i tell her about my boyfriend - the one i’ve been dating for a little over half a year now and have somehow managed to keep a secret. it’s april fools day. what if she thinks i’m joking? oh, the predicament of having indian parents.