Thinking
07-18-2010, 02:39 PM
As my beloved husband was driving me home last night after dinner and a drink...
I gazed at all the sights of my immediate neighborhood.
I live in a predominantly middle class area of the city...
Where children openly found with few clothes rather dirty....sitting carelessly on the footpath with each other.
The beggars parade marches right next to my apartment building every evening where they have a loud speaker through which even we sitting in our apartment can hear their screech.
Nearby stores openly sell second hand toys, clothes and plastic crockery.
There are also trendy little shops and outdoor cafes from which I am habitual of taking tea and parathas.
So the vibe is a bit yuppie...not very liberal and a tad risque.
I really like my neighborhood. Where ever my beloved husband has landed his ship I accompany him and tried my level best to make that place My Home.
Then I remembered...my mom mentioned visiting me some time with my sister.
My mom....my status conscious mother...would be visiting my neighborhood. I know my mom has worked so hard for all of us and she thinks that we should be somehow at least one level higher from where she had started her life....
But not all of us are that lucky....hmmm....
How do I pull that off?
My apartment building is next to a hair salon called "Good Head" and a palm reader called "Qismat".
The vision of men holding hands of a lady and stores with used clothes and toys would probably not bode well with the status conscious people.
I think her head would literally explode.
I contemplated putting blinders on her and will take her hand and lead her to my apartment?
Maybe give her a news paper to distract her while we walk from the side street where I will park her car to my apartment?
Any other ideas.....hmm...????
I gazed at all the sights of my immediate neighborhood.
I live in a predominantly middle class area of the city...
Where children openly found with few clothes rather dirty....sitting carelessly on the footpath with each other.
The beggars parade marches right next to my apartment building every evening where they have a loud speaker through which even we sitting in our apartment can hear their screech.
Nearby stores openly sell second hand toys, clothes and plastic crockery.
There are also trendy little shops and outdoor cafes from which I am habitual of taking tea and parathas.
So the vibe is a bit yuppie...not very liberal and a tad risque.
I really like my neighborhood. Where ever my beloved husband has landed his ship I accompany him and tried my level best to make that place My Home.
Then I remembered...my mom mentioned visiting me some time with my sister.
My mom....my status conscious mother...would be visiting my neighborhood. I know my mom has worked so hard for all of us and she thinks that we should be somehow at least one level higher from where she had started her life....
But not all of us are that lucky....hmmm....
How do I pull that off?
My apartment building is next to a hair salon called "Good Head" and a palm reader called "Qismat".
The vision of men holding hands of a lady and stores with used clothes and toys would probably not bode well with the status conscious people.
I think her head would literally explode.
I contemplated putting blinders on her and will take her hand and lead her to my apartment?
Maybe give her a news paper to distract her while we walk from the side street where I will park her car to my apartment?
Any other ideas.....hmm...????