Mia: Shaken Not Stirred

The true life stories of a NYC female.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I almost wished I had been Indian

I’ve been having my eyebrows threaded in this place for months now and decided to try out the manicure services. I sat down and as the manicurist took my hand in hers she gave me a warm smile then started speaking in Hindi to me. Well a t least I think it was Hindi it could’ve been Urdu as well, either way I didn’t understand the language.

When I didn’t respond to what she was saying twice she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face and asked if I was Indian. I told her I was Puerto Rican and her face seemed to cloud over as if she didn’t believe me. I assured her again that I indeed was Puerto Rican and she smiled again at me but her smile wasn’t as warm as before when she thought I was Indian. The door closed the moment had passed. I was no longer being invited to share her world. I guess I disappointed her. Just for that moment I almost wished I had been Indian.


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