One Day

"He is a Bengali" I said. "I thought so." my dad replied and then he continued, "for how many days this is going on? This cant happen.". "But why?" i asked softly. "Because its not allowed in our family", he pressed. Then suddenly the atmosphere in the room turned very tensed and stiff. No one spoke a word. He asked "Does anyone know about it?". "No" I responded. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Its fine then, he is not of our caste , if I knew this earlier I would have guided you and stopped you."

"but what is caste, he does not drink , smoke, he is a vegetarian like me and his family has same rituals and customs like our family and they practice a lifestyle exactly what I want to. I see a life with him"

"What are we going to tell in the village? We cant show our faces to the relatives. How can you be so selfish?"

I smiled and searched for the right words to answer to his point.