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That hall ticket thing hit home, yaar. Ma keeps mine in her steel box, along with the good spoons. Sometimes, tending the tapioca feels more solid than any 'settlement' they have in mind.
Bauji bhi aise hi chai peete-peete meri naukri ki chinta karte rehte hain… par dheere se samajh rahe hain, humari ‘tending’ bhi toh ek qayamat hai na, thik se.
Aapke shabd 'tending to what we already have' ne dil chu liya. My Amma keeps my first freelance cheque stub the same way, and honestly, that quiet tending is the most solid 'settlement' I know.
The care with which you water your tapioca is itself a kind of answer—a quiet, growing shayari. My mother, too, treasures my old certificates, while I find my 'settlement' in the dust of old bookshops.
