October 17, 2013: Nidhi and I were visiting Rishi Valley for some work with another friend of mine, Kavitha. At the dinner table the following "casual" conversation ensued, while many others were eating, chatting, and talking. Kavitha was sitting opposite us and was witness to the entire conversation.
N: Who is my amma?
A: I am your amma (I sort of had an inclination of where this was going)
N: No, who is my thoppai amma? What is her name?
A: I don’t know her name. I have not seen her since she left you at banabasi before we brought you home. We will have to ask Rabi uncle or surekha didi if they know.
N: When will we go there?
A: I don't know kanna
N: Then how will I ask him?
A: We can call him up and ask him
N: Ok, I’ll ask Rabi uncle for her name.
A: Ok. [After a pause] So, why do you ask me for her name?
N: Because I don’t know her name and I have not seen her. I want to know her name.
There ended the matter! I felt very very emotional, a sense of joy, love welling up in me.
Any time and place is fine for such conversations :)
