It’s a strange thing being the child of immigrant parents, but what makes it a little easier is having a group of friends within the community who you have known since the day you were born. If you look at your relationships with a Dante’s Inferno-ish structure, these people are the ring right after your family. In fact, there are things these people know that your family might not, and you can rest assured that they will take these secrets to the grave; such is the power of the Bengali Kid Code of Silence.
The oldest of our particular group got married over the weekend. She was the first one of us to drive, the first one to go through the IB program during high school, the first one to go to Rated R movies, the first one to drink legally, the first one to stay after a Bush concert in hopes of meeting Gavin Rossdale - and now, the first to get married. It’s hard to believe that we used to repeatedly rewind That Thing You Do on tape just to catch the Romeo + Juliet trailer for a glimpse of Leonardo DiCaprio. Fifteen years later, one of us is married. I know these are just normal things that happen throughout one’s lifespan, but time still blows my mind.
