My sister was 8 months pregnant when G died. She called us yesterday – I live in Bangalore and she in Gurgaon – and said hurry and come, the baby is coming. It’s a two and a half hour flight and the airport is far from where I live. We booked the tickets, packed our bags and were out of the house in less than 2 hours. It took us another 3 to get to the airport – barely made it to the flight.
G was so excited about the baby – he loved kids in general – and it felt weird to go without him. But I guess I should get used to it now. So we landed – and there was no baby. It was a false alarm and we’d have to wait a few days till the little one makes her appearance.
I’d be meeting some friends here – we all go a long way back. Some common friends, a few mine. Two of them very close to G. I packed 2 of his jackets for them. A little souvenir; not that I think they need anything to remember him by. I am not ready to give away his things yet, but I think he’d have liked it if I shared a few things with people he loved. And perhaps they would like it too.
I didn’t want to get here before the baby. I actually didn’t want to leave my house. But here I am, in a city that I don’t know that well, idling. Too much time for random thoughts…