…when an old friend’s father (whom you haven’t met in more than a decade) happens to cross path your mother in a store and mistakes her for you?
Here’s how the conversation went, as I heard from Amma –
Friend’s Father: Hello! How are you?
Amma: I am doing well. How about you? And family?
Friend’s Father: All are doing fine. V (his daughter) got married a few years ago; she’s at home today, visiting. So how’s married life treating you? Are you working?
Amma: Married life? Fine. Nobody asks me that question anymore. (confused!) And no, I am not working. I quit years ago to stay at home with the kids.
Friend’s Father: Oh ok. How many kids?
Friend’s Father: OK. It was nice meeting you after all these years. I used to run into your grandmother every now and then, but that hasn’t happened in a long time.
Amma: Grandmother? You mean my mother-in-law?
Friend’s Father: Grandmother. The one who lives in so and so area.
Amma: My mother-in-law’s house is in that area. I think maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am T’s mother.
Friend’s Father: OH OK. I thought you were T!
I am just going to take it as a compliment to my mother…maybe she does look young enough to be me; instead of going “Why? Why God? Why are you doing this to me? We had a deal. Let the others grow old.” – Joey Tribbiani style. Oh well…