I am right now sitting in Mumbai airport.
I happen to witness a small conversation which has happened between a mom ( should be in her late 50s and her daughter - should be in her late 20s).
I do not know the context of the conversation.
However I kept on hearing words like " fuck you mom" " you are insane mom" " you lost your mind mom" " its no great deal mom" " don't interfere in that matter mom".
That old lady kept telling something like " no beta... you can't take hasty decisions" " you need to have more tolerance"..." you haven't seen the world yet'.
I was too stunned to hear such conversation between a daughter and a mom.
May be age is catching up with me. I could not help but stare at them. They were seated hardly five foot away from me across the table in the lounge - CCD.
From the way they were talking and dressed - ( it isn't diwali today isn't it) they appeared to be from Delhi. ( Hey I have nothing against Delhites - their " hanji" and " loud dressing" stands out). The girl turns her attention to me and asked me " hello Mr. What are you staring at".
I was momentarily ashamed of myself for staring at them. Then realised what the heck, its a public place. I got up and walked to them - said in a low voice to that lady " I was only visualising twenty years from now or later - your daughter having a conversation with you like the way you had with your mom... in a public coffee lounge in one of the airports as you travel".
I returned to my seat and finished writing this piece. Now I am looking up and searching for them. They are nowhere to be seen. Did I teach a kid how to talk to her mom?. ( late 20s they are still kids in India isn't it) I would not know.
The old lady had a triumphant smile across her face when I seen her last when she heard me talking to her daughter.