I honestly I have no real idea of what it is like to be a young woman in India. My only glimpse of a young woman's life is through my conversations with our babysitter. She is a sweet 21-year old university student. I'm so lucky to have her live near us and to be available most anytime I need her (and if she's not she'll send her sister). She and I will sit and talk sometimes if Arthur is sleeping or Dorian is otherwise occupied when she arrives or sometimes we all sit and play together for a while. Other than babysitting, she's helped me put on my sari, made soup when we were sick and massaged my legs when I thought I had dengue and they were aching (I did not ask her to do this, she offered and while I felt a bit uncomfortable about it she said she does it for her family when they are not well).
She has told me about her classes at school. She has mentioned that she and a boy she knows from school wanted to marry but his family would not allow it because she is from a different caste. She said she wants to cut her hair but her father will not let her. He said she must wait until she marries then she can ask her husband. Her life is so different from my upbringing. Not only did I have so much freedom, my parents told me I could do anything I put my mind to (not necessarily referring to my hair, but more about my future). I really enjoy chatting with her. It's made me realize that we come from two separate worlds and I wish I could give her a little of mine.