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Out to Dinner

Yash and I went out to dinner recently - just the two of us, no kids.  But it was a sad rather than a happy occasion which led to this outing.

Like many couples in their middle years, we are not really getting enough time together.  Four kids in school with all their attendent needs not to mention Yash's elderly widowed mother take up enough of our time together.  There is a brother and sister in law living in the house with us, but they are both in full time jobs and have responsibilites of their own with relatives who live nearby etc.  So the result is that Yash and I don't have much time with each other at all.

One Sunday evening recently, I came in from being at the Sunday evening church service in Hazrat Ganj in Lucknow.  When I reached home, Yash was busy putting some finishing touches to a potato curry for the children.  He explained  to me that he had to go out for a while.  When I asked him where, he explained something that I hadn't known. Yet another of our neighbours had died recently.  So many of our neighbours have died in the last year that it is unbelievable.  There are a lot of three tier families with old people living along with their children, that's probably why.  Apparently there had been some kind of funeral service held for the deceased and Yash was keen to go to the house and pay his respects.

"Hold on a minute!  Don't you want me to come with you?" I asked.  I thought he'd refuse straight out and give his usual reply: "just take care of the children, that will be more than sufficient."  To my amazement, he seemed surprised and pleased that I wanted  to come with him.

For once in their lives, none of the children seemed to want to accompany us.  They all had homework.  Nitin, our youngest, was amusing himself with a cousin home from college, Monu, who was showing him lots of music videos on a laptop.  So it was just the two of us.  It seemed strange to see us walking out of the house, unaccompanied by children.  We reached the house of the deceased when the hawan puja (religious ceremony) was completely over.  However, food was being served and the family members of the deceased pressed us to have dinner.

On such a sad occasion it seemed somehow wrong that my husband and I enjoyed a meal out  of the house together, being served by others and sitting side by side instead of at least one of us up looking after things at any given time.  However we both enjoyed it a lot.  I only wish it could happen more often.  Us going out to dinner I mean, not neighbours dying.  It's so strange the way life works sometimes.

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