I am at the airport again, now on my way back. I have five hours to kill ..
So I am just back from an all-girls weekend with a group of friends from grad-school. This was the first time I am away after moving together with R. It felt a little weird (in a good way) to say home during conversations all through the weekend. Because this time ‘home’ meant ‘my own’ – with a kitchen and a man n all!!
This post ties to a few things that happened before and during the past weekend.
Conversation 1- Before the trip
“Sooo..any good news?”
“Are you guys planning a family?”
“Hasn’t it been a few years since you got married..have you checked with a doctor?”
“Maybe you should go to this temple and tie a cradle”
You probably guessed what the above questions are about. Continue Reading
“Bus la pona enna aayiduva?’ (What will happen if you go by bus) asked an XYZ when I declared I want to hire a car for the two weeks I was going to be at home in India a couple of years ago. I was away for three years, finished grad school and got my first job and went back home to visit my parents. I got reminded of things when I was asked this question:
I clearly remember that moment, I was looking out the window standing inside a crowded bus when I felt something very close, I turned and looked at a vermin of a man who was about to touch my breast in a public bus. I screamed and he backed away.