Freedom is a strange concept to someone raised in an Indian household in America. Unlike my cousins overseas, I had the freedom to wear bikinis in the summer, to shop at the mall unchaperoned, and to drive my own car at age 16. Unlike my peers, I did not have the freedom to go to sleepovers, date or even attend school dances outside of my senior prom. Even now as a 30-something married adult, I still get grilled on my drinking habits or chided for staying out late on a weeknight.
To my husband and friends, my parents’ behavior seems borderline controlling and obsessive. But to me, it’s just a facet of being Indian-American.
Source : http://www.indiawest.com/blogs/the-illusions-of-freedom-and-disability-in-an-indian-family/article_b62cd53e-1574-11e7-b011-73d145e8c04c.html