Sneaking around
December 10, 2011
Living together would let an altogether larger elephant into the room. It would count as an acknowledgment of the fact that yes, we have sex.
Living together would let an altogether larger elephant into the room. It would count as an acknowledgment of the fact that yes, we have sex.
When I’m really annoyed, I imagine saying something to shock them like, “l plan to get married to the leader of my cult in an elaborate polygamous ceremony next year, please come!”
Most South Asian parents believe their child is not sexually active. (“Our daughter is much smarter than other girls her age.”) Like it or not, the chances that your child has had a taste of the forbidden paan is a fairly safe conclusion (one can only hope that they, too, were safe).
The smell of summer rain and fresh tandoori barbeque delights filled the air as I rang the doorbell. I couldn’t help but feel a familiar bout of anticipation. The same kind of evenings I used to run from when I was a teenager because they would be so mind-numbingly boring.