“Wow California …isn’t the weather there just like India?...and you get almost everything(Indian) there these days…so not much you will miss huh!?”
“I heard everybody in the States has a car…nobody every walks.”
“Oooo away from the big Indian family…nice…I’d live better if I too met w/ the family once a year!”
Her move to the States was generally greeted with such and similar responses that exuded awe, excitement, and happiness…sometimes even a tinge of jealousy would show up. It was as if her move was regarded as an escape to a paradise, where things were picture perfect. And life in such a place had to be good – no? As if just the place guaranteed that life, relationships and everything around and beyond that would be shipshape. But ask people who lived in this paradise, they thought of it as otherwise and claimed that the greenery was all there (in their motherlands). They hastily replied with a reason or two and made it sound as if they were in the so-called
She answered both parties patiently, because, she thought she knew how to savor the roses and how to make sure the thorns don’t get to you…
7 comments:
ya, save the thorns...indeed..
Good post. Should we say roses are always redder on other side? :)
@Nanadan: You bet! ;)
@bakwaas: Will try!
I guess I know the fictitious character in this write up a bit too well. Nice one though - short, sweet and crisp. Like they say, grass is always green on the other side; but like they don't say, there are bugs in the grass on the other side too...
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