Mrs. Sangeetha Ayengar and her mother, mem.â
âSangeethaâs here? How lovely, I didnât know. Please tell her she has some surprise visitors then. And I think weâll have our tea nowâweâre in somewhat of a rush.â
The servant came back with tea things, and then a woman wearing a housecoat floated into the room, hugging each of us effusively.
âGod, Iâm not even dressed, I was just napping, but how wonderful to see you, Reema!â Sangeetha auntie tried to smooth out the many creases in her housecoat. Her eyes were lined with thick black kajal that had gotten smudgy in sleep and, on her unusually sallow skin, gave her a haunted quality. Sangeetha auntieâs husband had worked with Sanjay uncle some years ago.
âBrindhaâs so grown up, I havenât seen her in at least a year. And, Maya, do you know, I saw you last when you were such a little girl, three I think, living with your grandmotherâyou would hide in her sari folds when anyone new came to the house. Do you remember?â
I shook my head and smiled. I didnât remember her. I did remember being shy, not liking new people.
âHow is Grandmother now, 1 hope sheâs keeping in good health? We all adored her in our old neighborhood.â
Reema auntie said, âSheâs doing well, she had some heart trouble last summer, and high blood pressure generally, but sheâs been living with us up in the mountains, and it seems to suit her.â
âMy husband says thatâs one of the best postings, heâs put it on his list for his next transfer. And my mother, too, is living with me, perhaps we will all be in the same place one day again.â
Brindha made funny faces at me over the top of her teacup.
âItâs boring here, there are no kids to play with,â she whispered.
âBrindha, why donât you and Maya go get dressed in auntieâs room,â Reema auntie said. âIâll be in in a minute.â
Brindha changed into her uniform, blue stiff cotton, with a white shirt underneath. And black buckle mary jane shoes with white socks. Reema auntie changed from a sal-war kameez to a sari and put on lipstick and powder and lined her eyes in black. I changed to a new salwar kameez, and wore the earrings that Brindha had asked me to wear, two big sparkling silver stars.
âI donât think this looks good with Indian clothes, Brindha,â I said. I undid the clasp to remove them.
âThe girls at school will think itâs cool. Trust me, Maya, okay?â Brindha said. âDonât you want to make a good impression for my sake?â
I thought of how I interrogated my mother on what she was going to wear before each swim meet she came to.
âAnd look, Maya, I brought your scarf,âI knew youâd forget it and I want you to wear it.â
âBrindha, thatâs not going to look right.â It was a red silky scarf that she must have taken from my suitcase. I often twisted it through my belt loops at home and occasionally wore it over my shoulder. I gave in and let her tie it around my neck the way she wanted, Cub Scout-style.
Sangeetha auntie had come into the bedroom too. âReema, you almost let me forget, I was going to show you the fabulous necklace that new jeweler made for me. If you like it, ask San jay and then let me know if you want to meet him next time you come down here. Iâll just get it.â
Sangeetha auntie brought from her closet a bright green plastic box. Inside on two pins lay a heavy gold necklace with paisley cuts.
âMy mother has that same box, maybe sheâs been to the same shop,â I said. I had seen green boxes like that cluttering her dresser at home.
âThis box?â Sangeetha auntie held it up. âThese are just cheap plastic, all the jewelry stores use them.â
Reema auntie said, âSangeetha, you should see the beautiful boxes Mayaâs mother brings me