Conversations

The conversation described involved my mom and our cook. It just seemed to stand out from the rest of the mundane conversations we all have day in and day out.

My mother and her friend of 15 years were over at our house the other day designing a workshop they had to deliver. The friend, lets call her Mau-- is an extremely sweet and rich Guju lady who has been in "transition" since I know her....i.e she is allowed to work, earn money and stay out of the house-- as long as she is back home to serve hot rotis to her husband every evening. She is very traditional will a hint of freedom on the horizon. You get the point. This is how it all went down.

Pushpa Tai (the cook): What do I make for dinner tonight?
Mom: PT, please take a call. Am tired of telling you what to make on a daily basis.
PT: Ok. Will make something special for the kids (my wife and I) tonight. Any suggestions?
Mom: Ok, make Egg Curry for Satyajit and Karela for the Mrs.
The blood drained from Mau's face. She could not believe what she had heard and more importantly who said it. It was a betrayal Mau would not stand. My mom looked up and realised what was happening.

Mom: ha ha. I know how it sounds but the Mrs is allergic to eggs and loves karela. If she had it her way she would have it everyday.

Mau smiled and they went back to being friends again.
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