The Taste of Ginger: A Novel by Shah Mansi

Author:Shah, Mansi [Shah, Mansi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Published: 2022-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

Later that day, I was at the snack shop in the small shopping center across from our subdivision picking up the preordered sev for my dad to take back with him when I heard Biren call my name.

“Mingling with the locals, are you?” he asked with a smile. He was wearing blue jeans and a plaid button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Running errands.” I held up my purchase.

“You’ll give yourself a heart attack if you eat all of that!” He laughed and pointed at the large two-kilo bag of sev.

I laughed. “It’s not for me, but you can let my father know that! So what are you doing around here?”

“On my way back from the gym.” He ran his fingers through his hair, still damp, with the ends curling slightly. It was a good look for him.

He took the bag from my arms and walked back to Lakshmi with me to deposit the sev. “How are you adjusting?”

“Okay, I guess. My mom decided to stay with me. Us, I guess. Neel and Dipti aren’t leaving yet either. Only my dad is flying back tonight.”

He laughed. “I suppose that’ll make for an interesting stay.”

“Tell me about it.”

“She’s not so bad. Maybe you’ll enjoy having her here.”

Once we arrived at the house, Biren placed the sev on the dining table. Indira Mami insisted on making him some chai for his trouble, so Biren and I sat on the hichko in the garden while she prepared it. Sitting next to a guy wearing jeans and having a conversation in English felt so normal. A feeling I hadn’t had since I’d arrived, because I’d been so steeped in the pain of losing Uma and then Alex. If it weren’t for the monkeys in the green mango tree opposite us at the end of our yard, and the fact that Biren was Indian, I’d have thought I was back in LA.

The garden wrapped around to the back of the house, and from an upstairs window, I saw my mother peeking out and watching us. I kept a respectable distance from Biren. A few minutes later I saw the curtain in the living room pull back. Indira Mami. Clearly if I so much as talked to a member of the opposite sex, it would be considered a family activity.

Apologetically, I said, “It seems like everyone in the house has busied themselves with studying us.”

Biren shrugged and resisted looking over his shoulder to see what I was talking about. I respected that.

“Not a lot of guy-girl friendships in India,” he said.

“My mom can’t help herself. You’re the first biodata-appropriate person she’s ever seen me talk to!” I said to him while motioning for the gawkers inside the house to leave us alone.

Biren laughed. “I’m sure our parents dreamed of arranging our marriage when we were little kids. They probably think this is exactly where our Janmakshars are meant to intersect. Actually, I bet they think we’re both quite late on the Janmakshar plan!”

I nodded, wondering how far I’d deviated from my birth horoscope.

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