Me: Bol ma.
My mother: Kai-nai. Asasch phone kela. Kay chalay? (Nothing. Just called. What are you doing?)
Me: Nothing much. Just realized I have finite time in this universe and I shouldn’t waste it second-guessing my decisions or fighting with Tushar. Someday he’ll be gone too* and I don’t want to have any regrets. There’s this book idea I have and I’ve been thinking that I’d rather live an inward than outward existence. Also, I realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Amma: Chhan, chhan (That’s nice). When are you having a baby?
“Tushar is so witty. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, he just hits the bull between the brows.”
Tushar: This kebab is overdone.
“Hahahaha!!! This kebab is overdone!”
Me: Miss Dubai there has an audience.
“Hahaha!!! He called that fake blonde with the tight clothes Miss Dubai!”
* This is highly unlikely. Tushar’s genes will ensure he outlives me. In my habitat, the dhansak in the freezer will outlive me.