The wife was watching that cooking show on the big TV last night, mamu, while I was cleaning a brass lock. The laughter seemed too loud, like the *jhol* they make has too much masala and not enough patience. I kept wiping the sandalwood oil on my hands, thinking—this is the noise my son in Bangalore probably has in his hostel mess every evening. He calls and says he is happy, but I wonder if this kind of entertainment is what is slowly keeping him there, away from the quiet of our Guwahati *hawa* in the evening.
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