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Hari hated the hearing aid. It gave him a headache. 

He paced the room waiting for the call. He had just the week to organize Diwali dinner. He’d show off Rajiv to his new friends in the retirement community.

Jamuna answered the phone in speaker mode, gesticulating to Hari to wear his hearing aid. Hari shook his head.

In between meetings, Rajiv hurriedly said, "No Ma, I’m going to Switzerland. Diwali’s the only time I can go….bye. Hello to Dad.”

Hari’s eyebrows went up in inquiry, eyes expectant underneath his permanent deaf smile.

“Congratulations! The company’s sending your son to speak at an
international forum. He’ll visit us once he is back” said Jamuna with a bright smile.

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  1. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields23 June 2019 at 16:14

    Dear Rekha,

    That's what Hari gets for refusing to wear his hearing aids. Clever lady, that Jamuna. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Dale23 June 2019 at 21:32

    Very clever lady, that Jamuna!!

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  3. Violet Lentz24 June 2019 at 05:44

    Clever wife. She made the news so much more palatable...

    ReplyDelete

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