Day 550

Being back home, in India is comforting and unsettling at the same time. Whilst there is a deep connection between my motherland and I, there is also a great degree of alienation. I sometimes feel like a foreigner in my own country of birth even though all my family lives here.

This evening Si and I attended a wedding with my parents in their neighbourhood. I sensed their awkwardness about introducing us to their community, given that we are a couple but are not married to each other. So we decided that if we are asked directly about our relationship, we would say we are just ‘friends’ knowing full well that we wouldn’t be fooling anyone.

It turned out that we weren’t very good at keeping up any pretences. The first person who met us had been speaking with us for just a few minutes when my father stepped into our group and this gentleman immediately said to him, “I was saying to your daughter and son-in-law….”

At the buffet dinner, I wanted to bring Si’s attention to a particular dish and I sort of called out to him half way across the hall, ”Darling….”. He came up to me and said, “Sweetheart, you ought to be more careful.” We both stopped, looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Saagar must be in fits of giggles.

This reminds of a hindi quote which translates as – Love like fragrance can never be hidden.

 

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