September 27, 2012

And we continue to be...different

In carrying on with the madness that runs in the family, my mum once introduced me to a guest as follows: "e to amar nijer bon, amar chhoto bon, Boston e thaake". 

It was unnerving that I had just become my mother's youngest sister.

Boromashi hasnt changed. In the recent past, we found out that a beloved "mama" of ours had one kidney instead of two. In ruminating about this during a post-dinner adda, Boromashi said hopelessly " ishh, Ranjon er ektai matro kidney. Konodin dekhbi hoyto amar matro ektai heart."

Needless to say, we've been talking about her lone heart ever since.

(Sometime in 2010)

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