When my Dad was living here in America, he said he had a business associate (business associate? How does that happen to a geneticist?) who lived in Texas, and apparently, he’d come get coffee and a bite to eat while he was visiting the guy. Pops talked about this place all the time, he’d call Mom and me up and rave about the place, telling us about the sweet young redheaded waitress he met there, called her a Human Google, saying something about her having wonderful memory. I don’t know. Anyway, he told me if I ever came to the US to go eat at this place, so here I am, after this, I’ll be back on my way to India. This place isn’t really crowded, I’m one of the few people in here, besides a skinny Japanese guy, a Dog, and an old guy who looks like he might be a Hobo, so I guess I’ll just eat and go.
Hmm…that’s strange, someones calling me on my cell-phone, who the heck would be doing that? Let me check my Caller ID…oh, don’t worry, it’s just Uncle Kamarjith calling me for the third time today, I’ll just let it go to Voicemail. Anyway, Father’s funeral is all planned, it’ll be near the ocean, the whole family is coming, even Cousin Mario (don’t ask, he inspired the looks of Super Mario, in the video game arcades) from Italy is coming! I am going to miss Eden, I think I may actually feel something similar to love for her, Mira or no, Eden’s more likeable, I think. I can’t wait to see Mom, though, it’s amazing, no matter how old one gets, one never completely stops needing their mother, it seems to be a way of life. Mothers are an essential in the formation of a complete human being, and that isn’t limited to the physical anatomy of a person, a child is most likely to inherit traits and possibly behavior from their mother, if you take away the mother, a child may grow up confused, broken, angry, or a number of other such things. Mothers are simply the epitome of loving, caring, generous and giving maternal beings, there’s no question about it!! Oh, hold on a minute, the waitress is here…
Okay, I’ve ordered a medium espresso and a Banana-nut muffin, my favorite kind of muffin, it’s soft from the muffin, but crunchy from the nuts…YUM!! Whoa, alright, the Hobo is singing and “rocking out”, as the American teenagers say, to “The Way You Make Me Feel” by Michael Jackson, it’s on the radio right now. I don’t know. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, the funeral, of course. Dismal business, putting your father to rest, it’s almost more than I can bear, though I would never show it. I haven’t yet cried, but I’ve read that it’s normal to be in a state of shock when a loved one dies, so that may be what I’m experiencing now.
So, I don’t know what I’m going to do after the funeral, I may come back, or maybe I’ll just stay in India, I haven’t decided for sure, yet. Something tells me I’ve got unfinished business here, it’s just a feeling I have, that, or I’m hot for Eden. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being angsty and melodramatic, it wouldn’t be the first time. I guess I’ll see how I feel after a night in the club.
Oh, coffee and muffin’s here, I’ll go now, then I’ll finish the food and be on my way.
M. Suresh