November 2, 2010
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A Love Letter To South Asian Women
Dear South Asian Women,
With the tropical heat enticing your body to melt in its radiant enfold, sapphire beads upon the cashmere of your skin glimmer from the orange hue of streetlights. Your glowing brilliance is a sparkle that captures my heart among the crowd of millions. My only desire is to follow and be near to you, however far you are between the multitudes separating our anticipating romance.
Through the torment of loneliness, it feels as though I’m in a crazy music video, bloodied and beat up; dying my way home in this endless search for you. Time is at a standstill and the stillness becomes unbearable, yet with persistence, I finally find myself looking into your… no wait, that’s your bindi!
As my eyes are drawn from the forehead to your hypnotic gaze, it reveals the mystical waves of the river Ganges. Our passion is brought to life in the flourishing flows of water, and in your bath, you submerge yourself in the fragrance of lotus flowers. It is then that you walk towards me, dripping with the dew of ancient legends and folklore.
It saddens me, when you’re insecure about the perfume you give off to those unfamiliar to your culture. But your adorable little pores are what permeate the air with the aroma of exotic oils and spices; my sweet intoxication. Fear not my love, for being Chinese myself, I probably smell like mothballs, and together our surroundings will fade into a moment of us.
Gently tracing the soft curves of your face resembling that of the elegant smoothness of chai, towards your heart-shaped lips, I find that it tastes sweeter than the sweetest mithai. In your kiss is an adventure of unspeakable consequences, for aren’t you arranged to be married to a prince, tomorrow?!
Dear South Asian Women, though it scares me to death that your father might come after me and invent new torture methods with a dagger, mine has cleavers and chopsticks and they can fight it out. You might think the only reason I want to marry you is for your expediential wealth and fame, and that you’ll turn into Kali, goddess of death if I don’t comply, but it’s not the reason why.
My Desi princess, you’re the Jodhaa to my Akbar, and our loving destiny shall be united in reincarnation for eternities to come.
For you I’d give up my attendance at the temple of eating cows, my dearest jaangiri. I’m willing to eat curry for the rest of my life and let hot peppers become my journey of ecstasy.
And with the infinite thrills of getting chased after in the daytime and night, our romantic escapades will continue to bring us excitement. You can ride at the back of my wheelchair, for always and evermore.
Wheel away with me?
Yours,
Slumdog Dollaraire RickyP. S. Did I mention I can pop a wheelie to make an epic ending for our musical?
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Comments (23)
haha! It was, indeed, perfect. The part about the mothballs was hilarious. The chai and mithai reference was my favorite. Youre the best, Ricky!
hehehe cute
nicely done
aww cute!
Adorable
gosh, i hope i don't smell like mothballs too
My dear Cyrano, Your letters facinate me, since I am married to a poet for 30 years, they facinate me because they are so eloquent in an age where most young men graduating from high school find it as difficult to read their diplomas as many young women find it to learn to cook.. If ever you decide to go into business, would it be proper for me to give you a letter of reference? Haha! Keep that beautiful spirit alive ~ mom
lmao..... "Fear not my love, for being Chinese myself, I probably smell like mothballs, and together our surroundings will fade into a moment of us."
As a South Asian myself, I gotta say; you got me!
Except for the Shiva part.
Women don't turn into Shiva, they turn into Kali, whose 50x scarier.
And can I be the Jodhaa to your Akbar? At least they got married...
Eat curry for the rest of your life, eh?
I'm still waiting for mine!!!! You know what I mean!
-Cellina
"It saddens me, when you’re insecure about the perfume you give off to
those unfamiliar to your culture. But your adorable little pores are
what permeate the air with the aroma of exotic oils and spices; my sweet
intoxication. Fear not my love, for being Chinese myself, I probably
smell like mothballs, and together our surroundings will fade into a
moment of us."
Omg I laughed so hard I choked! Oh Ricky oh Ricky why are you going away. Who will make me laugh now?
Well written!
You're still here? I thought you were leaving (not that I'm kicking you our or anything
). I just remember some old messages from you saying you were leaving Xanga...welcome back?
Haha! Temple of eating cows! my dearest jaangiri! i havent heard that even in India!
I LOVE THIS. : )
Those are beautiful words.
YOUR NOT DEAD!?
I'm not south asian but west indian, so I'm going to say I sorta count. Just want to say, you must have an amazing circle of friends or you're well researched.;) still kinda weird to hear things about my culture spoken in such a sweet tone.
thank you! ^.^ Vm
Well, probably not representing all South Asian women, mostly about Indian?
But as usual, you're great at writing! LOVE it 
PS: Well, curry is yummy
Nice letter, I could have dated a South Asian Woman a couple of years ago.
Liked it a lot - one correction though: you're Jodhaa and I, Akbar - would probably sound better. They were real people, so it sounds weird - can't use it the same way as, 'you're the bulb to my lamp' or 'you're the milk to my cereal'. Otherwise, awesome post!
hahahha - temple of the eating cows - shhheeeshhhh...
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