I boarded the metro yesterday. I usually like sitting in the extreme left or right where there is a support beside you. Had I told this to my therapist, they might have told me that this could mean that I crave support in my life and in my endeavours.
Much like the thin stick of wood you push down in the mud where you plant a flower in your garden. The potted plant needs support to stand upright. Perhaps I am that flower who needs support to grow.
A few stations passed and passengers rushed in and passengers walked their way out in their respective destinations. Some went to attend their usual desktop job, someone was about to get to their heart broken, someone was about to meet the girl she developed feelings for for the first time, someone was going out to eat and the thought of dipping the buttery naan in the delicious gravy was making him salivate.
A mother with her daughter came in to occupy the empty space beside me. I don’t eavesdrop. It goes against my principles. I also can’t help but listen to conversations. I like observing little details. Call it a bad habit or think of it as a human’s quest for details, my face feigned nonchalance. My ears working extra hard to hear the duo’s talk.
“Oi meye ta tiffin bhenge diyeche amar” (That girl broke my tiffin box)
“Kon meye? Dekhi toh tiffin box ta.” (Which girl? Let me check the tiffin box)
She opened it. Inside she found a few leftover Little Hearts biscuits and Kellogg’s chocos.
“Tiffin shesh koroni?” (You didn’t finish your tiffin?)
“Na,khete icchhe koreni.” (No, I didn’t feel like eating it.)
My mind raced back years ago when I was a little kid. I can’t remember exactly what my mother would give me for the tiffin break. But I remember what I would get to eat what my friends’ mothers would give them. Crisps, chips, sandwiches with chocolate spread inside them, cream biscuits.
Not a healthy array of foods but a child’s paradise. Coming home with the leftover tiffin, my mom would ask me why I hadn’t finished it. I quickly learnt to master the puppy eyes. The girl beside me touched her mother’s arm when her mother said,”Ar debona ei biscuit gulo.” (Will not give you these biscuits anymore)
I’m pretty sure the girl had a fun time today eating to her heart’s content when she and her friends decided to share their food and she got full and couldn’t eat her own tiffin anymore.
Habits die hard. Today I decided to skip the vegetables for lunch. Maa looked at me. Safe to say, mastering the puppy eyes has helped me come a long way.