Being peripheralI can’t offer opinions on climate changeoil prices, the middle east crisis.I am a rare breed of fish.Well-meaning white handsfinger the paisley filigree of myMysore silk shawl.Their voices are playfulTheir eyes throw netsstale questions to hook me like bait“Is female infanticide still common?”“Are you going for an arranged marriage?”“Where are you from? Originally?”One false move, a wrong gesture or phraseAnd I will give myself awayand be out of place.How pleased they lookIt’s a personal triumph