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My Playful Wife — Season 1, Episode 19: What Piyush Built · My Playful Wife — A Tender Literary Love Story

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My Playful Wife. Episode 19. What Piyush Built.
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Written by Mia. Bengaluru in June was a different
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city from the one we had visited in February.
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Hotter, the famous greenery visibly under pressure,
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the air dense and close in a way that Delhi's
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dry violent summer does not prepare you for.
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Delhi heat is a furnace. It bakes you clean.
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Bengaluru heat that June was a held breath, humid
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and patient, the pre -monsoon weight of a city
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waiting for rain that would not quite come. You
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sweated differently there. You moved more slowly.
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The whole place seemed to be conserving itself.
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Piyusha's flat felt different too, and the difference
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told a story before anyone said a word. Mira
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had moved in, not announced as such. There had
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been no formal sentence, no we've decided, at
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least none that had reached us, but present in
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the full and unmistakable sense, the sense you
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cannot fake or hide. Her books had migrated onto
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his shelves and been interleaved with his, which
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is a more intimate act than it sounds. You do
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not interleave your books with someone unless
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you have stopped imagining ever having to separate
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them again. Her plants stood along the windowsill,
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three of them, tended, thriving, the particular
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evidence of a person who intends to be somewhere
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long enough for things to grow. There was a second
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toothbrush in the obvious way and a hundred less
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obvious ways, the reorganization of a shared
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space that happens gradually and then all at
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once, when one person stops being a guest in
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it and starts being part of its structure. The
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flat had been Piyush's, furnished with his careful
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bachelor efficiency. It was theirs now. You could
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feel the grammar of it had changed from singular
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to plural. I walked through it slowly, the first
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evening, while Celoni and Mira were occupied
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in the kitchen, and I felt a thing I had not
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expected to feel in my younger brother's flat,
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a kind of awe. He had built this, out of the
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wreckage of the year, and it had been wreckage
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for him too. In its way, I had been so occupied
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with my own that I had sometimes forgotten his.
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He had gone to a strange city alone and built,
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from nothing, a whole life. A job he was good
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at. A flat with good light. A woman whose plants
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were thriving on his windowsill. The boy who
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cried at cartoons, who had a cat in his hostel
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room, who had caused, however unmeaningly, the
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largest rupture of my adult life, had taken himself
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off to the south and made something real and
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good and durable. I stood in the middle of it
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and was, simply, proud of him. It surprised me,
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the pride. It had no complication in it at all.
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We had arrived two days before the dinner, and
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those two ordinary days were, in their way, more
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revealing than the event itself. I watched what
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Piyush had built by watching how the four of
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us lived inside it. In the mornings he made coffee.
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He had become, in Bengaluru, a person with opinions
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about coffee, which would have been unthinkable
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in the brother I grew up with, a Nagpur boy raised
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on overboiled chai, and he made it carefully,
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in a contraption Mira had taught him, and brought
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it to us with the shy pride of a man showing
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you a small competence he has earned. I watched
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him in his own kitchen. I watched him know where
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things were, reach for them without looking,
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move through the rooms with the unconscious authority
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of a person at home in a life he had made rather
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than inherited. There is a particular way a man
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stands in a kitchen that is his, that he chose,
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that he pays for, that he shares with a woman
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who chose him back. Piyush stood that way now.
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The boy who had once needed me to fix everything,
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who had called me at midnight from a hostel about
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a failed exam, a lost wallet, a girl, stood in
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his own kitchen in his own city, fixing his own
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life, and had been doing it for over a year without
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calling me about any of it. He had stopped needing
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me to fix things. It is one of the strangest
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griefs of an older brother, that moment, and
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one of the proudest. On the second afternoon,
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Celonie and Mira spread out across the living
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room floor with Celonie's sketchbook between
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them. Mira, it turned out, had a good eye, not
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a maker's eye, but a reader's. The engineer's
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ability to see where a structure will fail before
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it fails, and Celonie had begun, over the months
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of phone calls, to use her as a sounding board
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for the second collection. I sat in the corner
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with a book I wasn't reading and listened to
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the two of them work through a piece, Saloni
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describing, Mira questioning, the design getting
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better in the air between them. My wife and my
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brother's wife -to -be on the floor of the flat
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my brother built, making something better together.
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I had a notebook thought I didn't write down,
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because writing it down would have meant getting
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up and breaking the thing. That this exact tableau
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was the answer to every fear I'd carried a year
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before. That the worst thing that ever happened
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to me had somehow delivered me here, to a corner
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of a Bengaluru living room, watching the people
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I'd been most afraid of losing build things on
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the floor. Piyush came and sat beside me. He
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looked at the two women then, at me. It's good,
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Na, he said finally. Quiet. Just for me. It's
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good, I said. He took me out that evening, before
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Mira got home. Men's work, he said, grinning,
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which meant he wanted to buy things for the dinner
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and wanted company. We walked to a market near
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his flat. At the flower stall, he agonized, actually
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agonized, between two kinds of roses, holding
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them up in the failing light, and I realized
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he was nervous. that this man who had built a
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whole life was nervous about whether his fiancée's
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mother would like the right flowers, and I felt
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a rush of tenderness for him so sudden it embarrassed
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me. That one, I said, to end his suffering. The
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lighter one. Mothers like the lighter one. He
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didn't ask how I knew. He bought the lighter
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one. It is a small thing to be able to do for
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your brother, to choose his roses, and it is
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also, I have come to think, Most of what brotherhood
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is once the big things are done. The choosing
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of roses, the standing beside, the carrying of
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half the bags. On the walk back, both our hands
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full of his careful purchases, flowers for the
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mother, a sweet he'd been told the father liked.
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He said, not looking at me, I was so scared you
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wouldn't come. To this. I told Mira you would,
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and the whole time I wasn't sure. I came, I said.
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I'll always come now. That's settled. You don't
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have to be scared of that one anymore. He nodded
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fast and busied himself with the sweets, and
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I looked away at a stall of plastic buckets to
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give him the second he needed. We carried the
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flowers and the sweets back to the flat he had
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built in the city he had chosen, and I thought,
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this is what he built. Not the flat, not the
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job, not even Mira, exactly. He built a place
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where his older brother could walk beside him,
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carrying somebody's father's favorite sweet and
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feel nothing but glad. He built his way back
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to me. That was the construction. The rest was
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just where it happened. The engagement dinner
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was at a restaurant Mira had chosen, her city.
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her ground, the symbolism of it not lost on me.
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A quiet place in Inderanagar, good food, low
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light, no performance about it. Mira was not
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a woman who needed a room to perform. She had
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chosen a place that let the evening be the evening.
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Her parents had come up from Mysore, small, Warm
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people, her mother quick and bird -like and watchful
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in the way Mira was watchful, so that you could
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see exactly where the noticing had come from.
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Her father quiet, courteous, given to long considering
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pauses before he spoke, after which the thing
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he said was usually worth the wait. Her younger
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sister was there too. 19 or 20, with a fierce
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protective skepticism of a younger sibling examining
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the person who proposes to take her older sister
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away. I watched the sister all evening, half
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covertly, because her arc was the most interesting
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thing in the room to me. She had arrived, I could
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tell, prepared to disapprove, the default position
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of a loving younger sister, and across the length
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of the dinner, I watched her not disapprove.
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I watched her watch Piyush be kind to her mother,
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be easy with her father, be helplessly fond of
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Mira in the way he could not hide and did not
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try to, and I watched the skepticism in her face
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soften, degree by degree, into something that
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by the end of the evening was a provisional,
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guarded, real yes. It is a good sign when the
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protective younger sister comes around. It means
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the thing is sound. My parents were not there.
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This requires saying plainly, because it sat
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under the evening like a stone under shallow
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water. They had wanted the wedding, not the engagement
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dinner. There had been a call, and adjustments,
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and the long, delicate negotiation that families
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conduct in the spaces around an event, the negotiation
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about who is owed what, and who will travel when,
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and whose feelings are being managed by whose
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absence. My mother had her reasons, some of them
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about distance and her knees and the expense
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of two trips, and some of them about other things
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she would never say, and I would never make her
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say. I had spoken to her the week before, on
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the phone, and the conversation had been full
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of the things she did not ask. And Saloni as
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well? And the two of you you are everything is?
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The sentences trailing off into the places she
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would not go. She knew something. Mothers always
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know something. They know it the way you know
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weather is coming. In the joints, without evidence.
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She did not know what, and she would not ask,
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and I would not tell her. And we conducted the
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whole call in that careful weather of the unasked,
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and at the end she said, You sound well, Beta.
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You sound settled. And there was a question folded
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inside the observation, and I said, I am, Ma.
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I'm well. We're well, and let that be the answer
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to the question she hadn't quite asked. Saloni
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handled the dinner the way Saloni handles everything
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that matters, with complete competence and the
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specific, deliberate warmth of a woman who has
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decided to be entirely present. She sat herself
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next to Mira's mother, chose the seat I noticed.
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She does not leave such things to chance. and
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within 20 minutes had the small bird -like woman
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laughing, really laughing, a hand to her mouth,
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charmed past her own caution. She spoke about
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Piyush with the ease of a person who knew him
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well and thought well of him, which was entirely
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true, whatever else was also true, and her warmth
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for him was real in a way that I watched Mira
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notice from across the table and visibly relax
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into. Because Mira, of all people, would have
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been alert to it, would have been watching, with
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her noticing eyes, for any false note in the
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warmth of this sister -in -law toward the man
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she was marrying, any hairline crack of complication.
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There was none to find. Saloni's gladness for
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my brother was, by that June, entirely uncomplicated.
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Whatever else she felt, she had carried off somewhere
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private and sat down, and what she brought to
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that table was clean. I watched Mira find nothing
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to worry about and put her worry down, and I
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thought, that is a gift my wife is giving her,
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deliberately, the gift of an untroubled evening,
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and Mira is wise enough to know it is a gift.
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After dinner, I went outside to stand on the
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street for a moment. the way you do, to let a
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full evening settle. The Inderonegger night was
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warm and busy, scooters and dogs and the lit
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fronts of other restaurants, the hell -breath
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air still waiting for its rain. Piyush came out
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and found me. Biyahi said, It was a good evening,
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I said. Yes. He stood beside me. The two of us
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looking at the street rather than at each other,
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which is the only way brothers can say certain
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things. He was quiet for a moment, and then he
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started a sentence he couldn't finish. She's,
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he stopped, tried again, and got further. I didn't
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know it could be like this. Yeah, I didn't know.
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What she is. What we are when we're, I keep waiting
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to understand it, and instead I just keep being
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in it. Is that normal? That you don't understand
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it. You just live in it. That's normal, I said.
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You don't understand it. You don't get to. You
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just get to be in it. The understanding comes
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later, in pieces, years later, and even then
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only some of it. Is that how it was, he said.
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With you and Celonie? At the start. I thought
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about the start. The real start. Not the wedding,
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which had been a settled, comfortable arrangement
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between two people who liked each other, but
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the other start, the one in the kitchen a year
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and a half ago, the balcony with the watering
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can in my hands, and the morning rearranging
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itself around what I had just understood. The
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start of actually being married, which had come,
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in our case, absurdly late and at terrible cost,
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years after the wedding. Yes, I said, differently.
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By a different road than yours. But yes. There
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was a time I didn't understand any of it, and
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just had to live inside it, and trust that the
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understanding would come. Some of it has. Most
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of it hasn't. I've made my peace with living
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inside the part one don't understand. He was
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quiet, taking that in. I'm glad you're here,
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he said. For this. That we could. He gestured,
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Vaguely. At the air. At the restaurant behind
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us where his fiancé sat with my wife. At all
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of it. The whole improbable assembled shape of
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where we had arrived. He didn't have the words
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either. We are not, in my family, a people with
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the words. That we could just have a dinner.
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That my brother could come to my engagement and
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it could be good. Easy. I didn't think we'd get
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here. There was a stretch I was sure we'd lost
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it, you and me. That whatever happened had broken
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it past fixing. I know, I said. I thought so
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too for a while. What changed, he said. I considered
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the honest answer. I decided I'd rather have
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a brother than be right, I said. That was most
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of it. It turned out not to be a close decision
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once I actually looked at it. Being right is
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very cold. I'd had enough of being cold. He turned
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and looked at me then, and his young face in
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the restaurant light was doing something it was
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struggling to hold, and I looked back at the
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street to give him the unwatched second, the
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way Mira had taught me, the way Mira gave it
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to Saloni across a dinner table months before.
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We are all of us. all the time, giving each other
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unwatched seconds. It is most of what love is
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when you strip it down, the willingness to look
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away at the right moment. Through the restaurant
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window, I could see the two women, Saloni and
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Mira, sitting close now that the parents had
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moved off, their heads angled toward each other,
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deep in something that was theirs and private
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and complete. Whatever they were saying, it did
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not need us. It was its own conversation, the
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one between the two women who anchored the four
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of us, and I was glad it existed, glad my wife
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and my brother's wife -to -be had found in each
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other a thing that was wholly their own. I put
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my hand on my brother's shoulder. She's the right
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one, I said. You know that. The sister came around.
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The mother's already in love with her own daughter's
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husband. Mira looks at you like you're the answer
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to a question she'd given up asking. She's the
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right one. Yes, he said. His voice was not quite
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steady. I know. We stood there a while longer
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on the warm street, two brothers, not talking
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now, the talking done, just standing in the night
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outside the place where the women we loved were
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sitting with their heads together, and the city
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held its breath around us. waiting for the rain
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that would come, eventually, the way it always
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does, the way everything does, in its own time,
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when the weight of the waiting finally tips over
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into the thing itself. Saloni found us there
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a few minutes later, come out to see where we
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had gone, and stood on my other side, and the
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three of us looked at the warm waiting street,
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and she put her arm through mine the way she
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had after the show. None of us said anything.
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And then the first fat drop of the season's rain
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landed on the pavement at our feet, dark as a
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dropped coin, and then another, and then it came.
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To be continued in episode 20, The Monsoon. All
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