I woke up a couple of days ago and there sitting on my dinning table were the two bananas, and just as I had feared they had turned black. The kind of black that tells you there is no rescuing them now and they can no longer be eaten as is . I had bought them with all good intentions. I would use them to satisfy all those after dinner sweet cravings but after the first three I just could not eat any more and had slipped to the dark side- chocolate that is.
With the bananas my first instinct was to just close my eyes and chuck them but then I stopped. Now, five years back I would not have done the deed. I would have just thrown them without a second thought and made a mental note to just buy two bananas at a time. But six years on, a stint in India and I am wiser. I realized that these would be perfect for the perfectly unhealthy banana nut bread that Manish's aunt made for us and that we would gorge on greedily! So I have a friend coming over this afternoon and the two of us are going to spend a couple of hours eating lunch, chit chatting and making banana nut bread with my over ripe bananas.
This morning when I looked at them I smiled knowing that they would be put to good use. And the bananas are really just one example of what my stay in India has taught me. The first time I came to the US it was different. I did not know what to expect - both of the country and the business of running a house. This time I know the first well and the second much better that before. So as always, time has revealed its purpose. Maybe I needed to go back to India to make a better life here. Maybe what looked like a not so good an idea at first was really a black banana waiting to be turned into yummy banana bread. So like the two bananas without which the bread would never taste the way it does, my life too is a tale of countries- without either of them, it would not be quite the same.
With the bananas my first instinct was to just close my eyes and chuck them but then I stopped. Now, five years back I would not have done the deed. I would have just thrown them without a second thought and made a mental note to just buy two bananas at a time. But six years on, a stint in India and I am wiser. I realized that these would be perfect for the perfectly unhealthy banana nut bread that Manish's aunt made for us and that we would gorge on greedily! So I have a friend coming over this afternoon and the two of us are going to spend a couple of hours eating lunch, chit chatting and making banana nut bread with my over ripe bananas.
This morning when I looked at them I smiled knowing that they would be put to good use. And the bananas are really just one example of what my stay in India has taught me. The first time I came to the US it was different. I did not know what to expect - both of the country and the business of running a house. This time I know the first well and the second much better that before. So as always, time has revealed its purpose. Maybe I needed to go back to India to make a better life here. Maybe what looked like a not so good an idea at first was really a black banana waiting to be turned into yummy banana bread. So like the two bananas without which the bread would never taste the way it does, my life too is a tale of countries- without either of them, it would not be quite the same.
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