I am, because he is.
I am, because he is. Baba has this need to know my location and most of his calls begin with, “where are you?” It’s a chilly winter eve, Baba calls to ask if I have worn enough warm clothes, since I am prone to cough n cold. Corona Crisis. Baba calls to make sure, I am not going out without mask and have enough sanitizer stock at home. Sunday morning. He calls to ask if I need vegetables, since he is on his weekly shopping spree at the vegetable market. I buy something that is ridiculously expensive (by his standards) and he gives me an earful about the virtue of savings. Bought shirts for him and he is upset, since he doesn’t need them. Never heard him say he needs to buy something for himself. I am unwell with mild fever and cold. Baba comes home! I am 41, Baba is 70. In his mind though, he is 41 and I am 24. No, make that 14. The quintessential Marathi middleclass manoos. He raised me believing, the greatest virtue is kindness and intellectual growth is way m