5-Nov-09 (Created: 5-Nov-09) | More in 'Humanities Current'


At least for 6 years, I have catered, cooked, and at times forced breakfast on Narayan. That is 2,190 (give or take a few) mornings I wouldn't have to see the sunlight creep into our house but I could precisely tell what I would be doing at that very moment, which usually is the same. Those are 2,190 mornings that seem so alike on every one of those mornings.

November 5th, 2009. One more morning. Every minute of it predictable. We were walking out with our bags into a faultless pleasant fall morning.

Narayan asked me "What did YOU eat for breakfast".

I haven't been asked that question in many many many years. In fact it must have been so long I have no living memory of anyone ever asking.