What am I saying? How can I approach him? These were the questions that ran through my mind as she passed me each afternoon before third period. The idea of ​​talking to someone is simple, but in reality, talking to someone you're interested in is complicated, it's like a puzzle, you try to figure out where to put the pieces and you always end up getting it wrong. “I’ve finally waited long enough,” I told myself, “tomorrow will be the day I show up.” The next day before third period, I walked down the hall slower than usual, trying to spot her but she was nowhere to be found. Finally, when I found enough courage to stop this girl and talk to her, she didn't show up to school. I sighed in disappointment and headed towards class. As I walked into class, slightly depressed, something was different, someone was in my chair and, to my surprise, it was her. There she looked like an angel with short brown hair, big brown eyes, a pretty pointy nose, she didn't skip school, she just changed classes. I went from feeling disappointed to feeling blessed in a matter of seconds. I immediately walked over to the seat next to her, took a deep breath, and finally introduced myself to her. “Hey, my name is Manu, what’s yours?” Samantha, she replied. I put the first pieces together and it was time to move on to the rest of the puzzle. After a week of getting to know each other, I decided it was time to ask her out, and she accepted. Five months have passed since I asked her out, our relationship was getting a lot more serious, she asked me to meet her parents, which I had no problem with; It was bringing him to my parents that worried me. Now you may be wondering why this is a problem. Well, she's not... middle of paper... or in my family for those who get married. I can't blame him, he's right, and I can't make all Indians understand that we have a choice in who we marry. Most traditional Indian parents choose the girl for their son, and most of my family members have the same. see. In fact, every one of my cousins ​​and uncles had their spouse chosen by their parents. I would be the first in my family not to have an Indian wife if I married Samantha. My culture and my identity do not mix well. My culture is extremely traditional and I believe that you should do what makes you happy and not worry about what others think. I've been dating Samantha for two years now and things are going great, my parents know who she is and what. she matters to me. They may not approve now, but I hope that in time they will get rid of old traditions and make way for new ones..