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mother: And each time, I'd try to escape with an excuse, according to Huffington Post Canada. When speaking to relatives back home, my mother spoke louder than she actually needed to . This always caught me off guard, because I couldn't accurately gauge how far away she was and how much time I needed to run to the bathroom and hide. Each weekend, my mother would hand me the phone to speak with my grandmother in Mumbai. The sound of her approaching footsteps would send me into a panic. Mustering every phrase I knew in "Hinglish" , I'd routinely ask this specific set of questions: "How are you " "How is your health "How is the weather " "Did you watch any new movies " "Should I give the phone back to mom " That the grandmother I knew from my childhood; a disembodied voice from a land far, far away. Beaming with excitement over connecting her son with her mother, she'd hand me the phone and mid-gesture say, "Talk to Nani Maa." And thus would begin an excruciating five to 10 minute call with my grandmother in which I'd shut the door to my room and speak in hushed tones in case my mom was outside, gleefully listening in on our awkward exchange. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.