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Rule No.1: Never spurn a dinner invitation, especially when you are tired of cooking and eating your own food. Rule No.2: Don’t ever forget Rule No.1. TAK was generous as always in extending a dinner invitation since my brother was in town. She is one of the few people I know from my tiny hometown back in India. Rather she is the only one. My dad being the know-all has excellent relations with almost everyone who is anyone in town. His continual legacy to us brothers is the warm reception we get anytime we visit someone known to him. Now, I am the introvert type preferring to be with myself and surely not the one who takes extra efforts to expand my contacts. My dad believes that it is one thing I should change about myself and uncommonly I tend to agree with him on this one. Anyways, TAK has always extended a standing invitation to me to join her family for dinner whenever I get bored of cooking. Now if I really heeded her invitation, I would be at her place almost 2-3 times a week. But I often tend to forget Rule no.1. Somehow I just can’t land up at anyone’s place, no matter how friendly or well-acquainted I am with them and ask them to feed me. TAK is genuine in her invites and I am sure will never mind one bit even if I did make visits to her place weekly instead of the now once-every-two months. Damn, why do I have to be so contemplative (can’t seem to find a better word, I hope you get the drift) at times?
Anyways, the dinner was interesting - an eclectic mix of Indian, Chinese and Italian cuisine. I don’t know what she was thinking but given that I hadn’t been too receptive to her invitations, I have no reasons to complain. My brother’s presence made conversation a bit different this time apart from our usual exchanges about my university and academics and her family’s well-being. We did spend more time than usual, talking with her husband on the optimistic economic signs on the horizons and if jobs would be easier to come by in the coming years. Soon after, it was time to go home.
by Patrix | on Sunday, August 3rd, 2003 at 3:17 pm | 
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