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This causes an argument between Roger and Sudha. Sudha orders Rahul to leave the next day. While Sang is away visiting relatives, an intoxicated woman named Deidre calls the apartment looking for Farouk. Only when listening in on a conversation with Deidre does Sang learn the truth. She confronts Farouk with Paul, and the two men wrestle until Paul gains the upper hand and Farouk flees to his apartment. Brokenhearted, Sang leaves for London.
Some months later, Paul sees Farouk and Deidre on the street. Farouk tells Paul that he is lucky no charges were pressed for the fight. Kaushik's family returns when he and Hema are teenagers. His mother dies from breast cancer. He also becomes a big brother to two small stepsisters. The situation becomes too much for him to handle. The story explores gender roles in America and family issues associated with Ruma's Bengali heritage, including her sense of obligation to care for her father and have him live with her and her immediate family.
Also present is the dilemma of coming between another person's happiness, a situation Ruma encounters when she learns of her father's love interest. On the streets of Boston he sees a little girl, Usha, and her traditional Bengali mother Aparna. He follows them and ends up befriending them.
Aparna, herself homesick and lonely, empathizes with Pranab and is happy to feed him. Pranab Kaku "Uncle Pranab" becomes a regular visitor at their house and calls Aparna as "Boudi" meaning "elder brother's wife". Over time Aparna looks forward eagerly to Pranab's visits and develops a unique kind of love towards him. Adding to the situation is Usha's father's Shyamal da aloof and detached attitude towards her mother.
Aparna's love for Pranab turns into jealousy when Pranab brings home an American woman, Deborah, whom he eventually marries. Aparna continuously blames and criticizes Deborah, stating that it is just a matter of time before Deborah leaves Pranab. After twenty-three years Deborah and Pranab finally divorce.
The story also recounts the unique mother-daughter relationship that develops between Aparna and Usha; after many struggles and squabbles, Aparna placates her daughter by relating her own experiences about a foolish decision that she would have made. The title is drawn from this passage in the story: "'He used to be so different. It's just hell-heaven, the difference,' she would say, always using the English words for her self-concocted, backward metaphor. Pam, the daughter of the headmaster of Langford, and Amit were close despite never having a formal relationship with each other.
Both Amit and Megan are insecure the night of the wedding; Amit mainly for mistaking his former classmate "Ted" for "Tim," and Megan mainly because there is a small burn on her skirt. After consuming two spiked punches, he is completely drunk; he admits to a guest nearby that he feels detached from Megan.
He later remembers that he has to call Megan's in-laws to check-in on their daughters. Since reception for cell phones is poor at Langford, he returns to the hotel to use their room's landline but before he is able to remember the number, he crashes.
Amit wakes up, shocked to learn that it is late the next morning. Megan, sitting outside on the balcony, expresses her discontent. Remembering that Pam mentioned a brunch, they head back to Langford. They find out that the brunch ended an hour ago. Despite this, they roam Langford together and when they arrive at one of the dorms, Megan asks about Amit sexual past and even suspects that he slept with Pam. He denies this, and they ultimately have sex in the dorm.
He agrees, and even downloads vodka, too. It felt unnatural to have to reach out to strangers at this point in her life.
But given the time change and the children always at their sides, it was impossible to carry on a meaningful conversation. The car was silent apart from the sound the tires made on the road, and the slicing sound of cars passing in the opposite direction.
She was aware of her father quietly monitoring her driving, glancing now and then at the speedometer, looking along with her when she was about to switch lanes. She pointed out the grocery store where she now shopped, the direction of Mount Rainier, not visible today.
I think it takes him about forty minutes each way. And we fell in love with the house. Have you found work in this new place? I am only asking if you have a time frame in mind. Now is the time for you to be working, building your career.
Her mother would have understood her decision, would have been supportive and proud. It may not be so simple. Somehow, she feared that any difference of opinion would chip away at the already frail bond that existed between them. As it turned out the weather was perfect, the sun beating brilliantly on the ocean as they exchanged their vows. And yet, even to this day, Ruma suffered from nightmares of the white tent and folding chairs and hundreds of guests soaked by rain.
She pulled into the parking lot where the swimming pool was. Inside the building, she told her father to wait on the benches where they could watch the class through a window, while she went into the locker room to change Akash into his bathing suit. When she joined her father he was busy with his camera, putting in a new tape and adjusting the settings. But there were no spots in that class, and from the very beginning Akash had separated from her willingly, leaping into the arms of the instructor, an auburn-haired teenage girl.
Her father stood up from the bench where Ruma sat, the lens of the video camera nearly touching the window. He had not paid this sort of attention when Ruma and Romi were growing up. Her father had not taught Romi to throw a baseball, and he had not taken them to learn to skate on the pond, a short walk through the woods behind their neighborhood, that froze every winter.
In the car on the way home, her father brought up the topic of her career again. For mental stability.
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All my life, since I was sixteen, I have been working. That is why I am traveling so much. Tomorrow, who knows. What are you saying? Only, perhaps, that it makes me nervous that you are not employed.
It is not for my sake, you understand. My concern is for you.
I have more than enough money to last until I am dead. We are only talking silly things. Oh dear, what a nice train you have, has it left the station? That night after dinner he showed his videos. Most of the images were captured through the window of the tour bus, as a guide explained things about the monuments they were passing. He had always been careful to keep Mrs. It is a different group in each country.
And then he remembered offering to let Mr. Without his realizing, Mr. Yamata must have pressed the record button. Bagchi vanished, did not appear again. He was grateful the room was dark, that his daughter could not see his face.
A woman who looked Indian. He felt pathetic deceiving her. But what would he say? That he had made a new friend? A girlfriend? The word was unknown to him, impossible to express; he had never had a girlfriend in his life. It would have been easier telling Romi. He would have absorbed the information casually, might even have found it a relief. Ruma was different. She and Ruma were allies. Like his wife, Ruma was now alone in this new place, overwhelmed, without friends, caring for a young child, all of it reminding him, too much, of the early years of his marriage, the years for which his wife had never forgiven him.
But his daughter was no longer his responsibility. Finally, he had reached that age. Bagchi concealed somewhere in the throng. Akash woke her the following morning, running into her room and tugging her arm.
It was quarter to eight. In the kitchen she saw that her father had not had his breakfast; there was no bowl and spoon in the dish drainer, no dried-out tea bag on a plate beside the stove. It would be like him, to do that and not wake her up.
There was no way to reach him; her father did not carry a cell phone. She picked up the phone anyway, deciding to call Adam, to ask him what to do. But just then she heard the sound of gravel crackling under tires.
I thought I would drive by and see their hours. A place that sells plants. I can plant a few shrubs, some ground covering if you like. Next to it is a place that sells pastries. You said you wanted to rest. And yet his offer appealed to her. But of course Akash was too small to see the top of the bureau, too young to read a note. When the nursery opened her father went out again, taking Akash with him this time, transferring the car seat into the sedan.
It was odd being alone in the house, and she worried that perhaps Akash would suddenly demand her presence. The clothes were large on her father, the shoulders of the shirt drooping, the cuffs of the pants rolled up.
For the rest of the day, with Akash playing at his side in a growing mountain of soil, her father pushed the shovel into the ground, hacking away at grass with a soft, forceful sound, wearing his baseball cap to protect his head from the sun. The next morning her father drove back to the nursery to get more things: a bale of peat moss, bags of mulch and composted manure.
Akash spent all day outdoors, splashing in the pool and squirting water into the garden, or searching for the worms her father dug up. Again her father worked almost continuously until dusk. It would be another four weeks until the amnio, allowing them to learn the sex. She dug out her maternity wear, the large-paneled pants and tunics that she would soon require. She removed all the toys and books and began to put them in the corner.
She would ask her father to help her carry it outside, so that she could paint in the yard.
At one point Akash came into the room, surprising her. He was barefoot, his golden legs covered with dirt. She wondered if he would be upset with her for touching his things, but he regarded the pile as if it were perfectly normal and then began picking items out of it. What are you planting? She followed him outside, where she saw that her father had created a small plot for Akash, hardly larger than a spreadopen newspaper, with shallow holes dug out at intervals.
She watched as Akash buried things into the soil, crouching over the ground just as her father was. Into the soil went a pink rubber ball, a few pieces of Lego stuck together, a wooden block etched with a star.
Can you touch it still?
He picked up a miniature plastic dinosaur, forcing it into the ground. While her father was in the shower, she made tea.
It was a ritual she liked, a formal recognition of the day turning into evening in spite of the sun not setting. When she was on her own, these hours passed arbitrarily. She was grateful for the opportunity to sit on the porch with her father, with the teapot and the bowl of salted cashews and the plate of Nice biscuits, looking at the lake and listening to the vast breeze work its way through the treetops, a grander version of the way Akash used to sigh when he was a baby, full of contentment, in the depths of sleep.
We have an air mattress. I am comfortable where I am. It would have been nice in the old house. In a way it was helpful to be in a place her mother had never seen. That side of the house was coolest. She imagined a wall in the dining room broken down, imagined speaking to her mother on the telephone, her mother complaining as the workmen hammered and drilled.
Then she saw her parents sitting in the shade, in wicker chairs, having tea as she and her father were now.
For when she pictured that house in her mind, her mother was always alive in it, impossible not to see. But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now—that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.
Just a TV and a sofa and my things. There is no space for all of you to stay. Not like here. How long are you going to torture yourself? She had planned to tell Adam this, but now she changed her mind. Make sure everyone gets along. But it was Akash who brought out a side of her father that surprised Ruma most. In the evenings her father stood beside her in the bathroom as she gave Akash his bath, scrubbing the caked-on dirt from his elbows and knees. He helped put on his pajamas, brush his teeth, and comb back his soft damp hair.
When Akash had fallen asleep one afternoon on the living-room carpet, her father made sure to put a pillow under his head, drape a cotton blanket over his body.
She imagined them both under the covers, their heads reclining against the pillows, the book between them, Akash turning the pages as her father read. He read awkwardly, pausing between the sentences, his voice oddly animated as it was not in ordinary speech. The garden was coming along nicely. It was a futile exercise, he knew.
He could not picture his daughter or his son-in-law caring for it properly, noticing what needed to be done. In weeks, he guessed, it would be overgrown with weeds, the leaves chewed up by slugs. Then again, perhaps they would hire someone to do the job. It was a 49 modest planting, some slow-growing myrtle and phlox under the trees, two azalea bushes, a row of hostas, a clematis to climb one of the posts of the porch, and in honor of his wife, a small hydrangea.
In a plot behind the kitchen, unable to resist, he also put in a few tomatoes, along with some marigolds and impatiens; there was just time for a small harvest to come in by the fall. He spaced out the delphiniums, tied them to stalks, stuck some gladiola bulbs into the ground. It was the one thing he missed about the old house, and when he thought about his garden was when he missed his wife most keenly.
She had taken that from him. For years, after the children had grown, it had just been the two of them, but she managed to use up all the vegetables, putting them into dishes he did not know how to prepare himself.
These things take time, Akash. Do you remember what I taught you this morning? In bed that night, after Akash had fallen asleep beside him, he wrote Mrs. Bagchi a postcard. The picture was a view of ferries on Elliott Bay, a sight he had not seen.
But here he had no choice.On the streets of Boston he sees a little girl, Usha, and her traditional Bengali mother Aparna. The following summer, they see each other again, and it is revealed that Rahul first term grades at Cornell are dramatically lower than his high school grades, which causes concern to their parents.
In the past year he had visited France, Holland, and most recently Italy. She would ask her father to help her carry it outside, so that she could paint in the yard.
By then Ruma and Romi were teenagers. Have your food.