My grandfather is worried about me.
If you didn’t know already, I’m from India. East India, to be precise. From the state West Bengal. I was born and mostly brought up in the capital of Bengal, Calcutta. My mother tongue is Bengali. But, I don’t know much about it. I can’t read it, I can’t write it (naturally), I can barely speak it. I can, however, understand what a person is saying, if I’m spoken to in Bengali. It’s shameful, really. I know. But in my defense, I was in another state when they started to teach us a third language (first being English and second being Hindi), so I learnt Sanskrit instead of Bengali and then when I got back to Calcutta, I just never got around to learn Bengali.
Now, my grandfather is worried that if a guy ever writes me a love letter in Bengali, how will I read it? I will not know what he has written in it. I won’t know whether he wrote that he loves me or that he thinks I’m an egotistic brat and there’s nothing appealing about me. Or if he wrote about eggplants. I’ll never know. If I ask somebody else to read and translate, it would not be personal and exclusive anymore.
Then my grandmom whacked him on the head with the newspaper, yelling about how he’s putting funny ideas in my head and how I’m too young to get a boyfriend anyway. My grandpa doesn’t agree, though.
I tried my best to explain to him that I won’t get involved with anybody who can’t write me a letter in English. It seems to have done the job for the time being.
My question is, how will I even get a boyfriend? One who writes love letters, at that. There’s a dearth of decent guys around me, as it is.
Oh, also, I noticed today that most of my blog readers are from India, USA and UK, in that order! And Philippines, Canada, Germany, Australia, Pakistan, Mexico, Malaysia, Kenya, Brazil, Kuwait etc, in that order. I was so happy to see that so many people from so many places tolerate the nonsense I spout 😀
So, thank you for reading! ^_^
You guys really make my day everyday!