a unusual sight

They’re exotic, they’re hard to find.... having a white Indian housewife is the ultimate status symbol. Of course, most Indian men in their right minds wouldn’t even consider taking it on. My guy must either be crazy or really in the mood for adventure and challenge at every turn. Indian wives know how to cook properly, they understand your language, your mannerisms, all the unspoken cultural things and they will be able to raise your children with good Indian values.
I love to see the look on people’s faces the last couple days when they come to the gate and see me in my apron, a little masala splashed on my sweater, sweet smells of curry wafting from the kitchen as i poke my head out. There are no other adults on the premises, perhaps just a child or two to whom I am doling out cookies or telling to do their homework. Too funny. People just freeze when they see me, for a moment, unsure how to proceed, what language to speak. You can see their minds searching for an explanation, a box to fit this scenario into. Everything about me is Indian, my clothes... everything, except my language, my hair, skin and eye colour. It is probably even more unusual because even though our house is the newest in the neighbourhood, our neighbourhood is the oldest and most exclusively Indian in all of Laxman Jhula. It’s the last place you would expect to see a white woman in the kitchen really.
I think I mentioned before, this blog an Australian in Mumbai is writing called “Diary of a White Indian Housewife”. But i am laughing. She’s got NOTHING on me. White Indian housewife indeed. She is living in the big cosmopolitan city of Mumbai, where she can probably get things like... brie and well... cosmopolitans. Ha. Yes, she’s married to an Indian man, but they have no kids, she has a writing career, they don’t live with his family, they have their own house where she spends alone all day doing whatever she likes, writing, going for walks, no one relying on her for anything. Her husband is a dj. The only thing “housewifey” about her is that she has a house and she’s a wife, a cosmo-drinking, brie-eating wife. Out here I can’t even get a beer and a wedge of cheddar! Hahahahha. White Indian housewife indeed. (For another 3 days). Hee hee.