Red, rich river of love
Winter 2007
The car windows were fogged up. How much could a couple of teenagers exhale without passing out? Who cares, we were too busy breathing in every last moment together, as though someone was about to tear us apart forever. We held on just as desperately as my boyfriend’s old Nissan Pulsar was clutching to dear life. We were in love and scared of it, going to great lengths not to get caught.
Though my family had lived in Melbourne for my whole life, my strict, Indian parents wanted me to have an arranged marriage in my mid-20s. When they found out I had a boyfriend in
