I was the last one to get my luggage and I was in a hurry to join my group, but the luggage attendant stopped my luggage cart and looked at me with curious eyes. I gave him my baggage claim tickets for that’s what seemed to be his job, but he wasn’t interested.

“You full Indian or Half Indian?”

He was nearly screaming with excitement as his eyes wandered my face for verification of my ethnicity.

“Full Indian,” I replied. “Both my parents are from India.”

His eyes danced with excitement and he hand gripped my luggage cart a little tighter.

“My friend is looking for a good Indian wife. He thinks they are very beautiful. You marry him?”

I lied and said that I was already married and with a disappointed look he released my cart and told me that he’d wait for my sister to marry his friend.

Good thing I don’t have a sister.

-Neethu