My birthday!
I toss and turn all night. I want the morning to come fast. As soon as morning dawns, I'm out of my bed.
Mata is doing Pooja. I can smell the vahigandh, the incense. She turns as I enter. "Shubham Janamdinam, little hurricane!" She says, as I hug her. 'Mata, where is Pitashree? He said I can learn swords from today!' 'Wait for it, Arjun. Not today. Today is a day of celebration, yes?' 'But-' 'No, Arjun.' 'Please, mata?' I make the sweetest face I can. Sometimes, I can talk her into doing what I want.
She shakes her head. 'Go have your food. Look, there's Maharaj.' 'Pitashree!' He lifts me high and swings me in his arms. It's a game we play. His voice is low, conspiratorial as he says, winking, 'Once you eat, I'll take you out, hmm? Then, we'll do what you're waiting for.' He's feeding me out of his own hands as I stare at him. 'Really?' He nods. 'Can we finish eating fast?' Pitashree laughs.












