Called mother up on the weekend. She sounded weak. The poor thing, she's down with a nasty flu and food poisoning. As you can guess, the needle on my Guiltometer hit the extreme end of the dial.
"So what did you do", I asked her, meaning if she had seen a doctor.
"I visited the doctor and he has prescribed me medicines."
I felt relieved and the needle sort of slid back a notch.
"And then", she continued, "I saw an Ingmar Bergman film - The Silence."
Food poisoning and flu? Bah! Minor obstacles to enjoying things that *really* matter, like a Bergman film.
The needle quickly dropped to zero.
4 comments:
bergman, eh? if you weren't so evidently an amateur worrier, *that* would have sent you into backflips.
:-D
Heh! I so relate to this post. Except my mother would break the TV if Bergman came up. (Probably). She needs comedy. Loads of it. Language is irrelevant.
My god, I feel guilty just talking about her. I should go call.. hemph.
your mama's cool, i say. :)
TR: Amateur worrier? I wish.
Neha: you feel guilty too? Good. Now go read the story of Shravan Kumar :)
Kundalini: And just where did you disappear, young lady?
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