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(Dr Kavita Arora and Ankita Khanna are petitioners seeking legal recognition of same-sex marriages in India, and the case is currently being heard by a five-judge Constitution bench of the Supreme Court. This is a personal blog written by Khanna's cousin Akanksha Kapoor in April 2023. It has been reposted from The Quint's archives in light of the same-sex marriage verdict by Supreme Court.)
What makes a family?
We now know it isn't strings like last names or dividers like four walls that makes a family. So, what is it?
We've grown up to believe that there are two ways to grow your family. By adding to it via marriage or by bringing in a child. But I have a story – it's about the time my family grew bigger and richer even as neither of these two grand scenarios were involved.
It was a random day – my mum had put up an exhibition stall and I decided to go check it out. My cousin Ankita was also going to be there – her friends had also put up a stall there. I hadn't seen her in a while, so I was looking forward to it.
I must have seen her for all of 10 minutes, but that's all it took. I knew. This girl is my sister by blood, soul, and cold coffee. All our lives, we have shared secrets both big and small. We have stayed up all night together exchanging… everything. Secrets and confessions, and from time to time, dreams.
So, at that exhibition, when I saw them together – these two women – it felt like that safety net had just expanded. I can't explain it.
Kavita and I – we had some awkward talk about cushions, room décor and rugs. We looked at a few t-shirts together (bought matching ones, too) and spent a fair bit of time debating the colour of a particular quilt she wanted to buy. None of this screams "Hello, family," but I should have.
The rest of this story can't be captured here, for it goes back many, many years, and includes days and nights at their home when one of them would read my mind and mend my broken heart. Their home became an extension of mine. The quilt, whose colour we debated, lives there now.
They quickly became the keepers of my secrets. There are so many moments when they'd stand firm and root for me, forever ready to help me navigate whatever crisis I was dealing with, holding a map, some cold coffee, and at least three types of chutney.
Today, this big Punjabi unit of a family – the people of which, I admit, took varying levels of time and processing to get to where we are – finds in Kavita something that they deeply cherish.
And that's Kavita. She disarms you instantly. For my husband, Arjun, she fast became a sounding board and child expert on speed dial as soon as we became parents.
For me, Kavita is the keeper of my sister's heart. Kavita is the sister who got to my nani in her last days, held her hand and stroked her hair as she breathed her last.
And since we're on nani – let me also share how she took the news when she found out about them. Nani (then about 90 years old) had met them both together but we assumed she hadn't caught on. Ankita tried to explain, but Nani had mostly lost her hearing at this point. I think she wrote it out on paper.
That they're in love, that they now live together. She processed it.
There are three random instances from our story together that have foreshadowed where we find ourselves today.
One of them is that my daughter Malhaar was born on the same day as Ankita. God, I wish she grows up to be more like you. I dream of a day in the near future where her history textbooks will talk about this landmark judgment, this new dawn for India – and she will be able to say:
The second: Long before any of this even happened – I remember this one time when Ankita and I were hanging out at 3 am as per usual. We thought someone broke into the house, and her immediate reflex was to go hide in the closet. Little did we know. But God, I'm glad we got you out of there.
The third: That t-shirt I bought from Kavita's friend's stall that day? It said: "Indian and proud."
There was nothing to stop these two, a couple in love in every way, from leaving the country. For the longest time, I believed it didn't matter whether they were married or not.
I don't know who decides how I grow my family, and I don't think I cared to listen. But here's the thing – it does matter.
So, here they are. Indian and proud. Of themselves. And of our Constitution, of our judiciary. Trying to bring equality right where they live instead of fleeing to where it's waiting for them, just because they can.
The Supreme Court is currently hearing "Dr Kavita Arora and Another versus The Union of India." This is funny because it isn't versus. It's "Dr Kavita Arora and Another FOR the Union of India."
I've already earned a family member, but we missed the wedding bells. And as the old playground rhyme goes – first comes love, then comes marriage. We'll even pop their four-legged Chidiya into a baby carriage.
Come on India, give me my sister...in-law.
(Akanksha Kapoor is a former journalist, now a public health professional. You can find her on Instagram @akkapoor and on Twitter @akankshakapoor.)
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Published: 21 Apr 2023,09:00 AM IST