December 3, 2013 1 Comment
My mum used to practice long-jumps over carts parked next to the College Street market footpath (it was on her way back from school). In my 29 years of knowing her – and knowing her very well, I thought – I never knew that.
How much about our parents’ lives do we know really? How much of our mothers, especially? My grandmother, way back right after independence – that’s 1945, for you international folk – used to go from north Calcutta to central on her own late in the evening to learn spoken English, and come home late, just before the Bengali 10 o’ clock dinnertime. Think of an Indian 1970′s grandmother in her 1940′s youth. Did you think she’d do this?
Real people are so much surprise to stereotypes, and yet we know next to nothing about the ones in our own homes. Hable con ellos, while you still have the time. Watch your own bildungsroman unfold.