My grandmother pulled off her glasses, brought my phone close to her nose and looked down. “He’s so white, Akira,” she said, her face awestruck. “Show it to me too, Bhavana.” My grandfather took the phone from her hand. He did the same with his glasses. “Akira, he looks so much fairer than you, doesn’t he, Bhavana?” “Yes. Akira, are you sure about him? He will look better than you in the wedding pictures,” my grandmother said with all the seriousness. Like that was the biggest obstacle for me right now.
