Scene: A mother, Meera, is on a phone call with her married daughter, Priya, who lives in another city.
Priya: “Hello, Amma. I’m fine. Work is busy.” Meera: “Good. Also, did you eat?” Priya: “Yes, I made pasta.” Meera: “Pasta? Also, you look thin in your Instagram photo.” Priya: “Amma, I’m not thin. Also, what?” Meera: “Also, your father’s knee is hurting. Also, the neighbor’s daughter got engaged. Also, I sent you pickles via courier. Also, when are you coming home?” Priya: “Maybe Diwali.” Meera: “Diwali is too far. Also, I bought new bedsheets for your room. Also, don’t tell your father, but I cried yesterday missing you.” Priya: (Silence) “...I’ll try for your birthday next month.” Meera: (Smiling into the phone) “Also, that would be nice.”
Indian communication is never direct. It’s a web of “also’s” where love is hidden in complaints and care is disguised as nagging. Scene: A mother, Meera, is on a phone
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