Dozens of guests came, grown up and children. They all had a friendly word for everyone, and they all doted on Babar. Some wore traditional Pakistani or Indian attire; some western. Some women had chadors on, while some women wore no veil, and looked like pretty much anyone at the Galleria mall. Everyone was very friendly. The man across from me works at a telecom company. He said that he is grateful to have a job, and then recited layoff statistics that essentially came to half of his company's entire work force being laid off in the last year. Another man is a physician who works near the park; Babar's dad told me he was a great addition "to our community". One teenager had a nice small jewel in the "third eye" space between her eyes; I have forgotten what the term for that might be. We stood and sang the "Happy Birthday Song" to Babar, who seemed to enjoy his bite of cake. Then we all lined up for the buffet, on which was served basmati rice, a meat curry, pasta, an eggplant and vegetables dish, naan, and sausages. Everyone kept asking my wife and I if we "like spicy?". We assured them that we do. I chatted with my neighbors, all of whom seemed nice; soon, though, I realized that I was in a sea of people, but I was just daydreaming. I don't know why daydreaming is more satisfying in a sea of people than it is at home, but I savored the experience. I had kheer (rice pudding) and birthday cake, and then, when I saw others were leaving, told Babar's dad I had to go home because I am travelling this week, told him thank you, told Babar and his mom thank you, and headed for home. I am at my best at birthdays when the kheer flows freely.
Babar is One
Dozens of guests came, grown up and children. They all had a friendly word for everyone, and they all doted on Babar. Some wore traditional Pakistani or Indian attire; some western. Some women had chadors on, while some women wore no veil, and looked like pretty much anyone at the Galleria mall. Everyone was very friendly. The man across from me works at a telecom company. He said that he is grateful to have a job, and then recited layoff statistics that essentially came to half of his company's entire work force being laid off in the last year. Another man is a physician who works near the park; Babar's dad told me he was a great addition "to our community". One teenager had a nice small jewel in the "third eye" space between her eyes; I have forgotten what the term for that might be. We stood and sang the "Happy Birthday Song" to Babar, who seemed to enjoy his bite of cake. Then we all lined up for the buffet, on which was served basmati rice, a meat curry, pasta, an eggplant and vegetables dish, naan, and sausages. Everyone kept asking my wife and I if we "like spicy?". We assured them that we do. I chatted with my neighbors, all of whom seemed nice; soon, though, I realized that I was in a sea of people, but I was just daydreaming. I don't know why daydreaming is more satisfying in a sea of people than it is at home, but I savored the experience. I had kheer (rice pudding) and birthday cake, and then, when I saw others were leaving, told Babar's dad I had to go home because I am travelling this week, told him thank you, told Babar and his mom thank you, and headed for home. I am at my best at birthdays when the kheer flows freely.
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