‘What is so wrong that we spend time with Khushi and talk about these facts?’ Baba’s nostrils flare. Amma stops. She is a tiny dark woman and maybe that’s why her shaking hands suffocate the living room with palpable anger.
‘Facts? Facts are meant to be useful Kumar. Facts are something she should be able to use to do better. And you don’t talk! You yell. She yells.’
There is a stony silence from Baba. Amma provokes him further, ‘Woh kiya kareygee Kumar? Batao, tum kya karlogeh?’, which means ‘What can she do for them Kumar? Tell me, what can you do for them?’
The popping veins on Baba’s neck appear bruised as he stalks over to the beige loveseat I am snuggled in. ‘She can do better than us, Khadija.’
‘And how’s that Kumar? Why get her worked up about something she can do nothing about? We have Farhad’s family coming to dinner tonight. Think about Khushi’s shaadi3. But that is of no interest to you because you have done, seen, and been fixated with nothing but the news!’