This time next week the boy will be a Boy. A two year old Boy. E missed all this. She saw him for a brief day and a half -- I'm so glad I took the trouble to go meet her -- and Beq saw him for only a little bit longer.
If you wake me up in the middle of the night and ask me if I liked growing up in several cities, I'd say, yes, I did. I liked how it shattered my otherwise insular self. I like how it keeps me from really becoming a frog in a well. I like how I feel half Telugu (and these days, a very teeny part Tam, mainly for the food!)
But the problem is, when your home is spread across the country, then your friends and you have to live apart. So Beq's in Landour -- blast you, Beqesh (don't forget to drop a postcard off at Bond's with my love and wishes he gets well soon) -- and E is in NY. I admire her determination, envy her freedom and miss her, but mostly I miss her. In our own ways we are are also growing up still, and we are growing in different directions. It would be nice to see her more often.
I don't really want to do this post right now. Maybe another time.