On Thursday night, I was supposed to be paying attention to his teacher tell me about all the new skills my son will be learning. And I was, for the most part. But then sometimes I was sneaking looks out of the corner of my eye at another set of parents there. The desi parents. I didn't catch the mother's name, but I clearly heard the teacher call the dad "Raja."
After the tiny-chair-circle-time was over, something unprecedented happened. As M and I walked past these parents on our way out, there was some kind of exchanged look and M and I.....just sort of.....stopped.
In front of these desi parents.
A handshake was exchanged. And we all started chatting.
This does not normally happen. Usually I stare and wonder and fret about how I could ever introduce myself and talk with the desis I see in my everyday life. It's never easy. It's the reason I came up with the henna trick. But this was seamless, totally not awkward, as if I'm experiencing some kind of personal growth or something.
But then I said how lovely it would be that my son would have another language partner to practice his Urdu with. The father said "Oh, we're from South India, we speak a different language." Turns out they're from Chennai and speak Tamil.
Oh well, you can't win 'em all, I guess.