I put my Samsonite bag down and knock. I’ve never waited outside before. Baba always paced the verandah, waiting for me, and then hugged me
The First Wait
I put my Samsonite bag down and knock. I’ve never waited outside before. Baba always paced the verandah, waiting for me, and then hugged me
I like the description of love being unhurried. But it wasn’t clear to me why she had to wait outside this time, or how I should feel about it as a reader. I can guess maybe Baba has passed away, but I don’t know for sure. Could be an interesting longer piece, though, to delve more into Baba and Amma’s differences.
Yes Katie. I scrambled last minute to get this in and it shows. In my mind, Baba has passed away but it didn’t get across to the reader. Should’ve given a hint. Thank you for the feedback.