Rehema, Sports, a Wedding & Church

“Oh, before I forget, Rehema asked about you.”

My heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of Rehema’s name. And it thrilled me that she had asked about me. “How is she?” I wanted so badly to see her.

“She’s fine.”

“Is she coming over today?”

“I don’t think so.”

I was crushed. It had been weeks since the last time I saw her. “When did she ask you about me, Aunt Savitri?”

“Yesterday when she stopped by.”

“She was here yesterday?”

“Yes. She stopped by because one of my mail ended up in her letterbox. She stayed for a little while because she had just gotten in from work. I gave her some of my Vegetable Samosas. I still have a few left, if you’re interested.”

“Thanks. I’ll take them home with me. So, what did you and she talk about?”

“We were talking about the upcoming World Cup in Qatar. Since we’re both fans of football or soccer as the Americans call it, I invited her to come over and watch matches on the weekends. We also talked about India Women’s Cricket squad and their win against Pakistan at the ICC Women’s World Cup 2022.”

“The ICC was back in March and India lost again despite making it to the final twice.”

“Yes, I know. Still, it was nice seeing them make it that far again.”

“I suppose so. What would be nice is for the India’s Men’s National Football team to enter a World Cup.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen because of the climate in India. It would be extremely difficult for a player to spend 90 minutes playing football. Cricket is India’s game, not football.”

“When did she ask about me? Before or after you two talked about football and Cricket?”

“Before. So, how are things between Sarika and you?”

“Fine. We’re going to one of her co-worker’s wedding on Saturday so I won’t be able to visit you.”

“That’s all right. I’m sure you would rather spend your Saturday night enjoying yourself with other people your age than spending it here with me.”

“But, I like spending time with you, Aunt Savitri.”

“Yes, I know you do and I also know that Rehema is the reason why you have been visiting me so often.”

I felt my face get hot. She was right, of course. I’m visiting her more often than I used to because I wanted to see Rehema. If only she were here right now…”I’m not keen on going to the wedding,” I admitted. “And it isn’t because of Rehema or you.”

“Why then?”

“I just don’t want to be around people I don’t know.”

“When did you become such a stick in the mud?”

“I guess I’m getting older and things that used to interest me no longer do.”

“You’re talking like you’re an old fuddy duddy and you’re only 28. You need to go out and enjoy yourself while you’re still young. I’m sure you’ll have a good time at the wedding and it will give you an opportunity to be with Sarika. You need to spend more time with her.”

“I suppose so. She’s excited about the wedding.”

“Hopefully, some of her enthusiasm will rub off on you by the time Saturday comes. When you visit me again, you can tell me all about the wedding.”

“I’ll visit you on Sunday as usual.” And I hoped with all my heart that Rehema would be there when I did.

“Maybe I can persuade you to come to church with me on Sunday.”

“Does Rehema go to church?”

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“Yes, but she does.”

“Do you know which church she goes to?”

“I think it’s Kings Cross Church. Why are you interested in going there instead of coming to my church?”

“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I was just curious. I’ll come to your church on Sunday, Aunt Savitri.”

“Good. And if Rehema invites you to visit her church, go and take Sarika with you.”

I didn’t like the idea of taking Sarika with me to Rehema’s church because it would be very awkward for me but I didn’t say anything. I merely nodded.

“Come and join me,” Aunt Savitri said. “We can watch a few episodes of Lark Rise to Candleford together.”

The show wasn’t really my cup of tea but compared to some of the other shows on television, it was fairly decent. I got up from the table and went into the living-room. I sat on the loveseat but even as I stared at the screen, my thoughts were elsewhere.

Sources: BCCI; Insanely Good Recipes; Wikipedia; It’s Always Autumn

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