Yesterday morning, a middle aged lady came home. She came to take the Census survey. Courteous, well spoken and warm, she asked about the details she needed to complete the survey.
I had to sign on the paper with the date. I looked at her, enquiringly for the date.
She smiled, and said, "How can you forget today's date? It's Valentine's day. You young people should be celebrating, isn't it?"
I turned red. Some people are blessed enough to be young at heart. I looked back at myself, wondering whether the years of this rebellious romantic spirit that had once been mine has gone - somewhere down the line, I have become more serious about my life, like a typical Indian mom, and I guess I am more Indian than I'd imagined.