Saturday, October 15, 2005
Leaving on a jet plane
Well, it's final. We are leaving India. For how long? Nobody knows.
Tricia is in Switzerland, having a ball with her friends. That makes me happy. Seeing her happy has always made me happy.
(Flashback)
I was about 10 years old and was visiting my grandparents. Though I have never quite liked my granny, she was never quite nice. We discovered that it was due to another deep rooted issue, which I might discuss on a later date... back to the flashback...
So I sat down for lunch with my granddad and we had something very yummy served. This was one of the few things that my could not make too well. I gobbled my share down like the boy raised by wolves. My granddad saw that and quietly offered me his share of that dish. It was made in a very limited quantity... don't know why... but regardless, my granddad offered his share to me. I asked him if he really wanted me to have it. He smiled and took a spoon and gave all of it to me. Yeah, all of it. Being the gentleman that I am, I gobbled all of this portion down too and looked around for more. Then I looked at my granddad, he was looking at me and his expression was a mixture of happiness and unbridled affection. I will never forget that expression. I asked him if he wanted something from my plate. He said "When I see you eating, my stomach and heart fills up. I feel no more hunger now." Please don't think that we were poor and could not afford things. That particular dish was just special and spectacular, and not cooked too often.
My granddad gave his up for me.
(/flashback)
I feel the same way about Tricia. There are days when we will cook something and I am eating slower than her since I am yapping my face off and she is busy forkin' the stuff into her face. I enjoy looking at her doing that... Then she eats off my plate. Yeah sometimes she eats my pork chops, my favourite... that is when I realise how my granddad felt. It's a good warm feeling... sometimes it fades and I want to jump on her and pull the food out of her mouth and stuff it into mine. But that passes too.
Tricia is in Switzerland, having a ball with her friends. That makes me happy. Seeing her happy has always made me happy.
(Flashback)
I was about 10 years old and was visiting my grandparents. Though I have never quite liked my granny, she was never quite nice. We discovered that it was due to another deep rooted issue, which I might discuss on a later date... back to the flashback...
So I sat down for lunch with my granddad and we had something very yummy served. This was one of the few things that my could not make too well. I gobbled my share down like the boy raised by wolves. My granddad saw that and quietly offered me his share of that dish. It was made in a very limited quantity... don't know why... but regardless, my granddad offered his share to me. I asked him if he really wanted me to have it. He smiled and took a spoon and gave all of it to me. Yeah, all of it. Being the gentleman that I am, I gobbled all of this portion down too and looked around for more. Then I looked at my granddad, he was looking at me and his expression was a mixture of happiness and unbridled affection. I will never forget that expression. I asked him if he wanted something from my plate. He said "When I see you eating, my stomach and heart fills up. I feel no more hunger now." Please don't think that we were poor and could not afford things. That particular dish was just special and spectacular, and not cooked too often.
My granddad gave his up for me.
(/flashback)
I feel the same way about Tricia. There are days when we will cook something and I am eating slower than her since I am yapping my face off and she is busy forkin' the stuff into her face. I enjoy looking at her doing that... Then she eats off my plate. Yeah sometimes she eats my pork chops, my favourite... that is when I realise how my granddad felt. It's a good warm feeling... sometimes it fades and I want to jump on her and pull the food out of her mouth and stuff it into mine. But that passes too.
