‡-- 3 D’S --‡

As I stare at the image of the brown skinned gal on the mirror looking back at me, with eyes that hold 1001 questions, the only thing that I wonder is – what is so different about her? She has same features that would automatically earn her ticket to the human group but why? Why cant she be accepted for who she is?

Just because she may not speak the same lingo like others, does that make her less human? She may not be ur typical Indian girl but that does not mean she doesn’t have feelings? Day in day out people judge her by the way she is. Speak a different language than the one ur ‘so-called-supposed” to talk and ur branded as someone who has forgotten her roots. What a hypocrite world!!

But hell, yeah.. She may not be ur ideal indian girl but that does not mean she has forgotten her roots. She may be a half coconut but on the other hand obviously knows what is the use of a coconut in the Indian culture. So how can she be ur Americanized Indian gal when she’s an Indian by heart? Hence, why the discrimination???

As if discrimination aint enough, she has to be slapped with deception. Talk bout one after another. False promises, never ending sweet talks, unnecessary hopes given that was never intended to be fulfilled in the first place.

All she could do is just wonder, what has she done to receive all this? All she had done was to sit in one corner of the world, minding her own stuff n people come, feed her with all these hopes and dreams. Why? Why such lies? Life has become like a time bomb. SO unpredictable. But only one thing is for sure – misery.

Deceptions. Whats with all this deceitful people? Is it just sour grapes or are they plain lifeless? *shudders* gosh the amount of chicaneries and lies… One after another, rumors and fabrications, each giving a bigger impact than the other.

All this oni leading to Devastation. As I continue to stare at her image, tears start rolling down her cheeks. However, the lips were curled in a smile. So much of pain yet smiling around. The smile of hope – that tomorrow would be a better day.

How long more would she have to go through all this? Only time can answer that question. There is only one hope that I could see in her eyes – the hope of mere happiness. Free from the 3 D’s = Discrimination, Deception and Devastation. Shall then she smile with every once of happiness bottled up in her.

* Discrimination….Deception …Devastation*