Flying to India we sat with a deaf
young woman who slept. The steward
asked to wake her when meals
were served. She didn’t want to eat,
so all she said was No. Flying home
Satish sat in the third seat. There are 33 million Hindu gods.
By the time we flew home we knew. Satish means
lord of Sati. The dictionary sentence to describe Satish
said Satish married a white girl. Our airplane
Satish did not. He moved to Flushing with his family.
Queens College then Wall Street.
Satish married an Indian banker Aparna. Goddess
too he said. He started a container business has
two grown boys one in IT one in yoga. What do you do
he asked after a while. I write I said. What in the world
do you have to write about? I hope it’s Astrology he said.
I’m interested in that.