“Why aren’t you picking up my calls?” Buddy’s mom answered his call with an attitude.
“Just been busy with a case, amma.”
“What about the last three days?”
“Can’t you start a conversation with ‘How are you’ for once?”
“What did you eat for lunch?”
“Chicken and rice”, he lied.
“Good. Your Dad and I are getting ready for a dinner at Vibha Aunty’s house. Are you coming?
“Nope, Bala Uncle eats my head about MBA schools and tutoring his demon.”
“Venkat is a nice kid.”
“A shit kid.”
She sighed. “Where are you?”
“In Plano. I was serious about taking a case. …
His head was pounding. No, he heard pounding on the door. Ok,both.
You gotta be joking, he thought, it’s Sunday. He grumbled and accepted the fate of his rude awakening. He shouted “Coming!” but it came out as a mumble. He gathered his vocal strength. “Coming! Just a sec!” and it came out loud enough for the knocking to stop.
He thought about going back to sleep, but the sun had crawled its way through the trenches of his blinds and was warring upon his eyelids. He surveyed the scene with blurry eyes: the familiar colors of his Looney Tunes blanket enveloped him. …
Written January 2019
I went to Sabarimala in December of 2009. I was a college freshman, sporting unseemly peach fuzz on my upper lip. …