Saturday, August 27, 2011

437. DESI GIRL DON’T GO


A couple of hours later – I am impressed with how much progress I have made. I bubble wrapped all the glassware (minus the 3 glasses and a coffee mug that I am going to use until I move), packed tableware, pots, pans, kitchen appliances and mixing bowls. I feel a crick in my neck and my thighs are a little sore from doing packing calisthenics. I add another splash of vino to the glass and walk around the apartment. I stop to look out the window and stare across the air-shaft into the apartments across the way. I wonder if I will feel nostalgic when I leave this apartment.

I didn’t really have nostalgia from leaving Minnesota. Yes – I miss my family, friends, my haunts. But I don’t miss my old life. And wacky Minnesota politics - don't miss that either!

I hear my phone alert me to a text and set aside my glass. I walk across the living room and grab the phone.

Text from Town and Country: You awake?
Text from Desi Girl: Yep.
Text from Town and Country: I can’t sleep.
Text from Desi Girl: That is too bad.
Text from Town and Country: What are you doing up? It’s almost two a.m.
Text from Desi Girl: Packing.

Two minutes pass. I presume he has fallen asleep and just as I think to set the phone aside, I text him before going to sleep.

Text from Desi Girl: Okay – well good night.
Immediately a Text from Town and Country: Are you moving?
Text from Desi Girl: Yep. (Why else would I be packing?!)
Text from Town and Country: Where are you going?
Text from Desi Girl: I don’t know.
Text from Town and Country: Are you going back to Minnesota?
Text from Desi Girl: No, not yet. I was thinking since the recession is kicking in I can get an apartment in another ‘hood – like the Upper East Side.
Text from Town and Country: Okay – good. I was worried that you were leaving New York. And I don’t want you to go.

Sometimes when we are texting, a part of me is wondering who he is dating. And I don’t know what would break my heart more – learning that he has picked some silicone Park Avenue Barbie or that he selected a dumpy FOB woman from the Patiala pindh in Punjab who can roll round round rotis. While I am not ready to hear he picked anyone instead of me. There was NO part of me that was ready to hear that he doesn’t want me to leave New York – because most days he doesn’t seem to notice that I am in New York. 

He says just enough to keep me hooked. I want to hate him – but cannot.

4 comments:

Adventurous Ammena said...

I will hate him for you... but seeing as Im fasting, can we leave the hating until after Ramadhan? maybe then we will have more reasons :D

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Adventurous Ammena -

I know - I know. I want to hate him too, and you are right, hate is not good. But how can you totally fault someone who is trying to help.

*sigh*

xo,
Desi Girl

Anonymous said...

lol.. reason he does not want you to leave the city - he needs your architectural services! i'm sure you are far cheaper than any other equally good architect he will get. take care!

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Anonymous -

LOL - I thought the same thing - AFTER - I finished helping him ;) just kidding - but not really.

And I am WAY cheaper - I am constantly underselling myself and yet overperforming. Don't even get me started about work ... hai !!! :)

xo,
Desi Girl