"Is this the girl you are going to marry?"
"Yes dad. Isn't she pretty?"
"She is dark. I can't even see her face clearly."
"It's a dark photograph dad. Trust me, her face is visible enough."
"Where is she from?"
"Definitely not our religion . Hindu?"
"Atheist, but yes, her parents are Hindu."
"Hmmm... Can't she use fairness creams? You are milky white. You both together will look like a black and white film."
"We will look good together, like a chess-board. Don't worry dad."
"Will you feel comfortable taking her as your bride back to our hometown? They are beautiful and white in color, and here you are stuck with this black girl."
"Chill dad. You want some ice-cream?"
"I shouldn't. Diabetes. But I guess one scoop won't do much harm."
"Vanilla or chocolate? Okay sorry for my stupidity. Vanilla of course?"
"What? No, I want chocolate."
"But vanilla is what you must have dad. It's white."
"What difference does the color make?"