Chapter 4 New Friend; a New Energy
She hides as soon as our eyes meet.
I find it irritably funny "She is so funny, and this is the third time I have caught her peeping at me through the window curtain.
I wish, instead of peeping and foolishly hiding as soon as our eyes meet, she can give me a smile or wave at me like a good friend, but I think I cannot change people, and I have to accept people as they are.
Working or professional women in a foreign country is a curious site for these ambitious, not so confident middle-class housewives struggling at home with their boredom. It is interesting for them to observe what is different in working women they do not have."
We both walk inside slowly, and I continue to talk to Maria, pretending to ignore Mrs. Narayanan's spying stares. I look back and lift my head to see her, but she was not there or probably hiding carefully.
I lie on the bed thinking about Mrs. Narayanan how she spies on me, watching my moves. "She has great spying skills and persistence for this work. She can use her skills for something more useful than spying on me. In-fact I think she is capable of being employed as a spy."
I have fallen asleep. I wake up to receive a late-night phone call. It's Mrs. Narayanan again with a strong South Indian accent "Hi Priya! "
I respond, "Hi Mrs. Narayanan, is everything all right?"
"I'm good, Priya; please come over to my place tomorrow morning for breakfast. I'll make hot idlies and your favorite filter coffee."
I am impatient to wrap up the call fast, "Thanks, and sure I'll come. Let's meet tomorrow morning." I cut off the phone before she would discuss anything else at this odd hour. I tell myself silently, "Even if I go, I'll not eat breakfast at her place."
Annoyed with interrupted sleep, I hang the phone and vow myself internally, "I will not eat anything at her place." It is not just a late-night phone call from a close friend wanting to have breakfast with me. One should spice the food offered to me with good intentions; else, it will not suit my palate. I cannot eat the food cooked with anxiousness and people who are not at peace with themselves and the world.
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