Cafe Masala

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Cafe Masala

by: Catherine Rose Galang Torres

Cafe Masala

Synopsis:

Nina and Andy are at the fag end of the honeymoon phase of their marriage—

though only Nina seems to know it. Living in India, where he works for a top hotel

chain, her days are measured in spa visits, kitty lunches and dates with her husband

whenever he’s in town, while his are measured in deals sealed, dollars earned andguests served with a smile. ut she could only take so many dinner parties surrounded

by society ladies in two!lakh saris and glittering "ewels. #hat’s more, Andy wants to

start a family but Nina can’t help thinking of motherhood as a speed bump, not "ust a

bump on the belly. $omething’s got to give.

ut Nina is not one to throw in the towel. If only she could find a pro"ect to keep

her busy and help her prove her worth, she thought, things would be A!okay. %ust off

forgotten dream& a bookshop!cum!caf' in (anila that serves up literature as well as

latt's, books as well as brews. Andy is supportive, but Nina is stuck. $he couldn’t

even think of a proper name for the dang place and a name was what she needed tomake it feel more tangible, more real. $haken by an outburst from his increasingly

restless wife, Andy suggests that she take a trip to (anila to reconnoiter for the

business.

$he is all too happy to accept the offer, not knowing what’s in store for her& shoe!

shopping disaster, aging parents and a fallen hero. #hat begins as a time!out and

business trip becomes a soul!searching "ourney as the pro"ect hits a dead end and she

finds herself taking a detour to a completely different, but possibly happier

destination.

What a bummer to be born with big feet in Manila, Nina thought glumly, curling

her toes and willing her si)eable feet to shrink as the ghost of her pedal impediment

returned to haunt her. As a kid, she had seen $helley %uval’s version of *inderella on

+, in which the evil stepsisters crammed their bunioned feet into some kind of

contraption, trying to make them smaller so they could fit the dainty glass shoe that

*inderella, clever girl that she was, had left behind as a clue for the handsome prince



to find her. -er brother had called it stupid baby stuff, asking why the shoes hadn’t

changed back into homely slippers when the heroine’s clothes returned to rags at the

strike of midnight. Nina had to admit he had a point and even felt sorry for him when

he was rewarded for his pains with a smack by their mother for using the s!word. $till,

the scene from the fairy tale would replay itself in her mind every time she had to buy

shoes. As it were, she rarely succeeded in finding something decent!enough looking inher si)e and had to go all the way to (arikina with her mom to order

something pasadya, back when bespoke wasn’t the cool thing it is now. /h how she

wished for that miraculous contraption every time she looked at her ungainly 0regg

moccasins alongside her seatmate’s beribboned babydolls.

-er obsession with the *inderella contraption lasted until si1th grade, when it was

supplanted by the foot!binding stuff mentioned in passing by their teacher while they

were learning about *hinese civili)ation. $he regretted this years later, seeing the

custom for the feudal, misogynistic thing that it was. $he was unable to suppress a

shudder when a 2ilipino!*hinese classmate in college, giving a presentation on her

family history, had mentioned that her great!grandmother had 3lotus feet’ and passed

around a pair of embroidered silk footwear, frayed and faded, resembling a pair of

oversi)e, pointy baby booties. Nina could countenance the idea that women in the

ancient (iddle 4ingdom might want to deform themselves for beauty, but it had

never occurred to her that the first!generation immigrants who came to the

archipelago from 2u"ian could have brought the twisted practice with them in their

little boats.

Ah, little boats5 $he shook her head to dispel the offensive image that made a

mockery of her 0ulliveres6ue dilemma. elow her, on the cream rug that covered the

floor of the shoe and bag store, were marooned the two small canoes that doubled as

her footwear.

(a’am, we don’t have a si)e 78 in this style either. #ould you like me to check

with our 0reenbelt branch9 +he salesgirl’s voice couldn’t be sweeter. $he’d had the

phone cradled against her ear for the last half hour, vainly and valiantly attempting to

find something Nina’s si)e in one style or another at this or that branch of the upscale

bouti6ue

*ould you, please9 It’s really a pain being a bigfoot, she smiled apologetically,

consoling herself that the humiliating ordeal would soon be behind her. $he actually

thought that she had laid that ghost to rest, never having met such difficulty finding

big si)es in 4han (arket or $outh :1tension in New %elhi where she had been living

with her husband for the last four years. #ell, she should be fine for at least the ne1t

two years until Andy’s contract e1pires. After that, he hoped to be picked as 0( of



the resort that the hotel chain he worked for planned to put up in an island off *ebu.

%o the *ebuanos have bigger feet than (anile;os, she suddenly wondered.

<es, she would have her pick of ship!si)e shoes, as her brother described her

footwear, back in India. It must be all that milk they consumed, she thought,

imagining =arvati, her helper, going to the (other %airy booth each morning andreturning with a small metal bucket sloshing full of creamy milk. Nina was convinced

it tasted better that way than taken from a +etra =ak, ultra!heat!treated and

homogeni)ed, a term she distrusted for its vaguely /rwellian ring. ut Andy would

have none of the co!op milk, as he called it. -ave you seen the trucks they use to

transport that milk and the fire hose they use to refill the dispensers9 he asked, his

nose wrinkling in distaste. %oesn’t look too hygienic if you ask me.

*lean or not, the Indians drank the milk like fish did water and used it liberally in

their sweets and after!dinner puddings, which she suspected must be why so many of

them grew so large, vertically and otherwise, feet included.

0ood news, ma’am5 +hey’ve got a pair left in =owerplant. $hall I ask them to

hold it for you9 <ou would have thought the girl was telling Nina that she had struck

the lotto "ackpot.

+hank goodness5 she cried. I was "ust about to give up hope. <es, ask them to

keep it aside, please.

-er thoughts wandered back to the milk booth as the girl dictated her details over

the phone to the =owerplant branch. <es, it had to be the milk. +ake $ushmita $en.-adn’t she been skinny—practically anore1ic—when she won her (s. >niverse

crown in (anila in 7??@ with that unforgettable answer to the 6uestion #hat is the

essence of a woman9 +rust a engali to come up with such a poetic answer, worthy

of their beloved +agore. ut Nina doubted that many 2ilipinos would recogni)e (s.

$en now in her decidedly heavier avatar, for which, she was sure, generous helpings

of the milky sandesh and rasgullas that engalis so loved were responsible in no

small measure. And the irony of it5 +he woman who had won her crown by saying,

+he essence of a woman is that hers is the origin of a child had two adopted kids,

but no progeny of her own.

ut that was a topic she herself would rather steer clear of. -adn’t she managed to

convince Andy to let the matter rest for a few years9 Now, in the rare instance it was

brought up between them, Nina simply referred to it as that thing we’re not supposed

to discuss right now.



Not that she disliked children. 2ar from it. $he would actually get a pang every

time she saw a baby, and start thinking (aybe it’s time Andy and I— ut that was

as far as she would get before the image of a highway e1it toll gate loomed up in her

mind, reminding her that motherhood meant giving up the right to take the fast lane, a

speed bump more than "ust a bump on the belly. #hich wasn’t to say that she wanted

to live on the fast lane—she "ust wanted to know she had the choice if the whim tookher.

Nina pushed the thought out of her mind. Let sleeping dogs lie, she chided herself.

As she rose to her feet, she reminded herself to in6uire discreetly about (s. $en’s

milk consumption from Andy’s ollywood connections when she got back to India.

+hat dog, at least, wouldn’t bite even if stirred awake.

Nina chose a window!side table at the caf' and plopped down on a chair. -aving

ordered an iced coffee, she undid the shopping bag and, folding back the crisp

wrapping tissue, gently lifted out a pink abaca clutch. +here was no way she couldhave left the store without a purchase after having put the salesgirl through all that.

Lighter purse, lighter conscience, she thought. 2air enough. esides, it was "ust the

thing for one of those dinners Andy had to host or attend every so often in his "ob. +he

utter simplicity of the clutch would be a perfect foil to the be!se6uined and be"eweled

arm candies of the society ladies who came to those affairs. -er own style had

become progressively simpler the more she mingled with these Indian women, with

their penchant for heavily embellished saris and glittering "ewels.

"Will you marry me?"

+hat sari she’s wearing costs at least two lakh, a friend had whispered to her of a

lady who passed by during one these late!night soirees. $he did some 6uick mental

math and was scandali)ed to reali)e that that single length of cloth, at B88,888 rupees,

was two years’ worth of =arvati’s income.

$he herself usually showed up at these parties in a simple black or white evening

dress, a single strand of pearls on her neck, looking every bit like a common crane

amidst a flock of flamingoes. +his had the une1pected effect of drawing looks her

way, as if people’s eyes, tired of all the lavish detail, found welcome rest in something

simple, austere even.

Nina was still imagining her grand minimalist entrance at the following week’s

%iwali bash, wearing a plain silver!grey dress with the pink clutch, when a tap on the

shop!front glass broke her reverie. A woman stood on the other side, beaming at her

e1pectantly.



Uy, Nina5 It’s me5

It took her a while to place the vaguely familiar face. (s. %ela Cosa9 (iss5 she

cried incredulously. /h my gosh5 $he hurriedly stashed the clutch in her shopping

bag, ashamed to have been caught by her favorite teacher from high school entranced

by something so mundane. $he made for the door and greeted her former mentor witha hug.

(y, look how you’ve changed5 +hat’s a spiffy new hairstyle you got there. Duite

a makeover, huh5 #hat’s up, Nina9 $he winked at her teasingly.

Nina laughed. $he and her classmates had adored (s. %ela Cosa because she

talked "ust like one of them outside the classroom. I guess it helped that I stopped

being a nerd9 /r became less of one, at leastE ut I hardly recogni)ed you either,

(iss5 $t. $cho’s faculty has such smart uniforms now9 I remember those drab

numbers they used to make you wear.

-er former teacher had on a sleeveless white cotton blouse with gray slacks and

black patent sling!backs. It was a far cry from the schoolmarmy skirt!and!blouse

ensembles Nina remembered her and the other teachers wearing, made more hideous

by their color—usually pink or yellow, cheap cloth and poor tailoring.

/h, I stopped teaching there five years ago, but I’m sure they’re still wearing the

same old thing, the woman shook her head, grinning. I thought you knew all along.

I’d gotten married, had a baby, and told myself I’d take a break for a year to look after

him. A year became two, then three, and when I was finally ready to go back, what doyou know9 +hey’d changed the recruitment policy and only those who’d passed the

L:+ could apply5 ummer, right9 It was the same with the other schools and it "ust

felt like too much effort to review for the test. $o— At which point she heaved a

deep sigh. I decided to take the easy option& I "oined a call center. $he laughed at

Nina’s ill!concealed astonishment. /f course it was only easy as far as getting

accepted was concerned. I wouldn’t recommend it unless you have a serious motive to

stay, which I did. I had a kid to raise since my husband walked out.

Nina nodded mechanically as she tried to take in all this, unable to think of

anything to say. Instead, she motioned the waiter over to bring the menu, but herteacher shook her head.

+urn it up5

Not for me. I already take two to three cups at work to keep me up all night, she

e1plained. <ou should see yourself, Nina. <ou look positively shocked5 I knowE



ut I don’t use either5 she protested

#hich doesn’t mean that those who do can’t talk about you. <ou might say it even

makes you fair gameE #hat was that I read the other day9 3#hatever happened to

Nina, our class valedictorian9 #hy the heck isn’t she on 2riendster9 (aybe she

doesn’t want us friending her and asking for free rooms at her hubby’s hotel5 -a haha, "ust kidding5

Nina groaned, then added, grinning, Big-shot hubby, don’t forget.

+hey had a good laugh. +hen, wiping the corners of her eyes, her teacher asked.

$o you live in India now9

<eahE Nina replied tentatively, wondering how she would react. $he had grown

used to getting two kinds of stock reactions whenever people heard that she was now

based in the $outh Asian country. /ne would be the 3-indu head wobble’ as she’dnicknamed it—that circular movement of the head that reminded her of the cheap

plastic tigers sold on the streets to be displayed on car dashboards, whose heads were

loosely "oined to their bodies at the neck so that they bobbed idiotically at the

passengers whenever the car was in motion. +his reaction she would let pass with a

tolerant air of amusement. ut the second response she found more off!putting, a

symptom, in her view, of the speakers’ narrow!mindedness and lack of

cosmopolitanism. <ou live in India9 they might say with the same incredulity you’d

e1pect of someone who’d "ust heard that you came from another planet. I hope you

have a good supply of #hite 2lower9 /r are you immune to it already9 /r—oh my

0od, don’t tell me you’ve picked it up yourself5 At which point her interlocutorswould erupt into giggles as they sniffed the air close to her armpits.

At such times, she would find herself at pains to e1plain that this / thing was

merely a side effect of the diet of some Indians, a 6uirk that one 6uickly got used to,

living alongside them. It’s got something to do with the masala they use, you know,

she would say with the air of a teacher lecturing a class of slow learners, which often

had the desired effect of arresting the tittering around her. It’s the stuff they use to

flavor their dishes. <ou like curries and kebabs, you gotta live with the conse6uence.

/nly, what masala was made of e1actly she couldn’t name, any more than shecould name the deities that comprised the -indu pantheon. Its composition was as

varied as the cuisines of the subcontinent, with each region adding their own uni6ue

ingredient to the mi1ture of spices. Luckily, this gap in her knowledge never posed a

problem because nobody ever asked her to elaborate. ut, for good measure, in case

the masala tack hasn’t sufficiently impressed her listeners, she would add, esides,



they consider it se1y in some countries to have a smell. $terili)ed, deodori)ed folks

like us won’t get a second look in those places.

A second sniff, you mean, somebody might retort, whereupon Nina would rest

her case, sprinkling the metaphorical dust from her feet on the bigots.

ut she needn’t have worried about her former mentor’s reaction.

+he call center where I work is Indian!owned, you know. -ave you heard of

-+(+ -indu"a9

/f course I’ve heard of them5 +hey’re one of the big names there, like +ata and

irlaE +he names didn’t seem to register with her teacher, who was saying in a

wistful tone, $ometimes, they even send some managers to train there at our head

office. I’m e1pecting a promotion soon, fingers crossed, so who knows, maybe I could

visit you there. +hen with a grin, she added, (aybe then I’d get a free room at yourhubby’s hotel5

2at chance, (iss. Nina shook her head, smiling. <ou come to India, you stay at

our place.

Nina had a great deal staked on this visit to (anila—a lot more than she cared to

admit. +he event that had precipitated it had also taken place in a coffee shop. In fact,

she noted, everything in her life seemed to revolve around caf's these days. +he

coffee shop in 6uestion was a hole!in!the!wall in %elhi’s %efence *olony (arket run

by an e1patriate Italian, which served up reliable wi!fi and the best cappucino thatside of town. +here she was, tapping away unsuspectingly on her laptop, when a basso

voice bellowed her name, sending it bouncing off the whitewashed walls of the tiny

caf', and a turbaned guy approached her table.

/h, (r. 4apoor.

#hat’s a nice girl like you doing here by yourself9 And what else do we have

here9 A laptop5 <ou don’t happen to be chatting online with a boyfriend away from

Andy’s prying eyes, do you9 -e settled comfortably in the opposite chair, uninvited.

Nina cringed. I hate to disappoint you, (r. 4apoor, but it’s nothing romantic like

that. I’m working on a business plan, that’s all. Andy’s out of town and won’t be back

until tomorrow so I thought I’d work here. $he kept on typing, hoping the guy would

take the cue and stop pestering her. ut the tactic backfired and he scooted his chair

closer to hers to read what was on the screen over her shoulder.



+sk tsk tskE -e’s always out of town ever since he "oined that new team, isn’t

he9

It’s the international business development team, so naturallyE she shrugged.

#ell, if he’s gonna be "et!setting, he should at least take his wife with him5Anyway, so much for your husband. I’m more interested in your—did you say

business plan9 -e reached for the mouse and scrolled up the document she was

working on. Ah, yes, here we are. A business plan, indeed5 2or a coffee!cum!

bookshop, no less. I seeE <ou’ve enrolled in one of these distance (A courses and

this is your case study, isn’t it9 #hat’s with these distance!learning programs anyway9

:ven our office "anitor seems to be interested in signing up for one.

I’m not studying for an (A, (r. 4apoor, she retorted, clapping the laptop

close. +here was no use trying to keep working. It’s for my business. Not 3my’ as in

mine, of course. $he drew imaginary 6uotation marks in the air with her fingers.Andy’s gonna finance it so it’s gonna be ours in that sense. ut I’ll be running the

show, so to speak.

+he guy threw up his hands theatrically. #hat’s the world coming to5 I better talk

to that absentee husband of yours. #hat business has he putting a nice lady like you to

work like that9 If I even so much as suggest it to my =riya, I’ll be sleeping out in the

cold that very night.

(r. 4apoor—

$uch formality5 =lease, "ust Ca"eev.

>m, Ca"eev. Nina wriggled her chair backwards, noticing in spite of her

consternation, that the guy had diminished the space between them uncomfortably.

Actually, it was my idea, not Andy’s9 /f course he was more than happy when he

heard about it, and he’s been very supportive. $he decided to leave out the long

discussion they had—or rather, the long discourse Andy had given—about this being

the Age of 4indle and how a caf' might prove profitable, but a book caf' would

most certainly turn out to be a dud. Anyway, what mattered was that he had come

around in the end, saying that they were young and could afford to take risks, with asincerity that brought tears to Nina’s eyes. <ou might be surprised to know, (r.

4apoor, um, Ca"eev, that many women nowadays prefer to have a fair measure of

independence from their spouses. +hat ought to put the "erk in his place, she added to

herself. (y =riya5 0od help Andy if she ever caught him speaking so proprietarily

about her to his friends.



Ah, a feminist, how nice5 #ell, my =riya will "ust have to put off any ideas of

3independence,’ as you put it. $he’s on the family way, you know. $even months.

Although seeing her belly you’d think the little bugger would pop out any minute5

+hen, switching from his proud!daddy!to!be voice to a commiserating hush!hush

tone, he added, #ell, I suppose the poor guy figures he can afford to let you play

shop for as long as the pelican with the bundle remains elusive.

Nina sat back, speechless. $he imagined the creep crowing to Andy about his

impending daddy!hood "ust a year after tying the knot, and ribbing her husband about

picking up a few tricks from him to get out of his own four!year heirless rut. ut the

guy kept going, not seeming to notice the murderous look Nina was giving him.

-ow nice to catch you here though5 I "ust dropped in to pick up some pastries for

my =riya’s baby shower this evening. (en off!limits, of course. -ow’s that, huh9 #e

bring the grub and we can’t even taste it5 #hich gives me an ideaE #hy don’t you

and I try that new Fapanese resto at +a" (ahal -otel tonight9 /h, don’t look soscandali)ed5 $urely it wouldn’t hurt to dine at the competition once in a while9 %on’t

worry. I won’t mention a thing to Andy. -e flashed her a good!toothed smile.

Nina reached for her glass of cold coffee, suddenly wishing it was something

stronger. $he took a long drink and with a supreme effort, mustered a burst of passable

laughter. +he situation was so absurd there was no way out but to make a "oke of it. I

know your style, (r. 4apoor. +hink you’ll wine and dine the wife to win the

husband’s heart, don’t you9 #ell, let me save you the trouble. I don’t meddle with

Andy’s hotel affairs, but as far as I know, they’re perfectly happy with you supplying

their mattresses. #ith that, she gestured for the waiter to bring the bill and startedgathering her things.

+he guy, finally seeming to catch on, also rose to his feet. #ell, whew5 +hanks for

saving my credit card a workout5 I better run along now or my =riya will have a fit.

0oodbye and do give my regards to Andy. 0lad to hear the old boy is happy with our

mattresses5 +hen giving her a meaningful wink, he added, After all, my =riya and I

personally test each of them.

+he infuriating encounter blackened Nina’s mood the rest of the day and all

through the ne1t. $he counted the hours impatiently until Andy’s return so she couldtell him what happened, but when finally the chauffeured hotel car deposited him at

their gate, she found that she couldn’t bring herself to talk about it. Instead, she asked

him to recount every detail of his trip over dinner to crowd out her own thoughts, and

afterwards, busied herself with the plan for the book caf', which was slowly but

surely coming together. $he was keen to give it a name as soon as possible, thinking

that it would make the enterprise feel more tangible and real.



-oney, what do you think of 3Ceads and Coasts’9

Coasts9 I didn’t know we’d be serving up barbe6ue. #hy not throw in some

kebabs while we’re at it9

<ou know perfectly what I mean, And). $he shot him a warning glance.

#ell, I "ust thought we better avoid confusing people. After all, not everyone

knows their coffee beans and what’s done to them before they’re served up in a

$tarbucks cup. -e shrugged.

-ow about 3ooks and rews,’ then9 I want people to know right away that we

don’t "ust serve up coffee but also literature. I was thinking of 3rowse and rews’ at

first, but is sounds kinda weird having a verb and noun together, don’t you think9

I think you have a serious fi1ation with blank!and!blank names.

Nina glared at him in disbelief. /h, do you9 #ell, if you have some beef about it,

mister, I suppose you have some great ideas of your own9

/h, I don’t knowE (aybe if you ask nicely enough.

+his is as nice as you’re gonna get. *ome on, let’s hear them5

2ine, my dear. It’s a caf', isn’t it9 And caf's are usually associated with which

country9 :1actly& 2rance. $o, it stands to reason that a 2rench!sounding name would be our best bet.

Nina reali)ed with a sinking feeling that he was in a resolutely flippant mood,

completely at odds with her own disposition.

$ay for e1ample, *af' Librew. *ah!feh leeh!brooh. -e spoke with a mock

2rench accent, kissing the tips of his bunched!up fingers. AhE madmwa)elle da) nat

like eet9 -e pretended to twirl the ends of an imaginary mustache. =as de probleme.

=erhaps dee) one will plee)e her& *af' La asa. No no no no, not Lava))a. La asa.

<ou guys think women are a "oke, don’t you9

Andy fell back on the sofa, a stunned look on his face, and it was only then that

Nina reali)ed how angry her voice sounded. /ut of nowhere, hot tears welled up in

her eyes and she knew that this wasn’t about Andy but that prick Ca"eev and the cheap

stunt he’d tried to pull on her. $he didn’t have the guts to tell her husband what had



happened, and worse, his being another male made him the perfect fall guy for the

"erk.

0ee), Nins. Fust having a little fun, that’s all.

Look, Andy. -ave fun, but not at my e1pense. <ou measure your days in dealssealed, dollars earned and guests served. And how do I measure mine9 In kitty

lunches, spa visits and dates with my husband whenever he’s in town5 $he gulped

back her tears. Fust for once, I try to do something a little more conse6uential, and

how do you guys treat me9 Like something to be toyed and trifled with instead of a

thinking grownup5

I—I had no idea you felt that wayE he stammered. #e guys9

#ell, I do5 I want to be part of the action, Andy, instead of "ust cheering you on

from the sidelines. I wasn’t like this once. $he rained liberal punches on the gailyembroidered bolsters and pillows on the sofa. I was class valedictorian, for =ete’s

sake. I edited the school paper5

<ou said you wanted the caf' as a hobby, Nins. -ow was I supposed to know it

meant this much to you. -e looked at her, and the pillows, helplessly.

%id you really e1pect me to advertise my insecurities9 #ell, they’re out of the bag

now so I hope you’re happy5

+hey sat across each other silently for some time, licking their own wounds. +henAndy moved over to her side and gently nudged her. -ey, for the record, I never

thought of you as something, or someone, to be toyed or trifled with. ut I’m really

glad you told me all this. And I hope you’d also tell me whatever else you’ve got

hidden up there. -e gave her a soft, playful rap on the forehead. -ey, Nins. <ou had

me behind you one hundred percent on this before—make it two hundred now, okay9

=eace9

Nina looked at his proffered hand for a long time, then finally, heaving a sigh,

answered, I’d say truce.

/h, all right, he groaned. +ruce.

+wo days after the armistice, he broached the idea of her taking a trip to (anila.

<ou’re not trying to buy my good graces, are you9 she asked him suspiciously,

hiding her e1citement at the prospect of visiting home after two years.



No, my dear. It’s a business mission, not a bribe. <ou think you can come up with

a sound business plan a thousand miles away from where you’re setting up9

$he had to admit it made sense. 2or all she knew, she was building a house of cards

with all these tidbits—where to source the best coffee beans at the best price, which is

the hippest, happening place in (anila, how much a barista gets paid on average there —that could fall apart the moment it is touched by the bree)e of ground realities& the

bureaucracy, competition and various other pitfalls that would sink all but the hardiest

aspiring entrepreneurs.

0rudgingly, she accepted the offer, and three days later, she was on a $ingapore Air

flight to (anila, sipping a martini in business class. $he saw this as another peace

overture of Andy’s, but he flatly denied it. +his, he insisted, was how a real business

woman traveled.

Nina gave her mother a peck on the forehead as she opened the gate. +he grey!haired woman was about to retract the hand she’d e1tended for her daughter to touch

to her forehead when Nina placed a small gift!wrapped parcel in it. 2or you, (a. $ee

if you like it.

#hat’s this9 her mother asked, looking at the package with feigned suspicion,

which turned to feigned annoyance when she saw what was inside. y, Nina, you’ve

been showering me and your dad with gifts since you came. #hat use does an old

woman like me have for such a fancy purse9 I never dress up now e1cept when I’m

asked to be a ninang at a wedding. <ou’ll have more use for this5

4eep it, (a. -elp me salve my guilty conscience.

Nina grinned as her mother took the bait. <ou don’t have to be guilty about

leaving me and your father, Nina. +hat’s the way life is, the young ones make a life

for themselves and desert their parents. It doesn’t make you a bad daughterE

$omeone’s been watching too many teleno!elas again5 Nina declared in a sing!

song voice.

#hat, you’ll deprive an old woman of her only pastime9 she grumbled.

/ld9 <ou’re GB, (a. 0randma (oses started painting in her seventies.

(oses’ grandma painted9 -er mother regarded her dubiously. I don’t remember

reading that in the ible, and I’ve been reading it a good deal these days, child.



0randma (oses, (a. +he American painter9 Nevermind. Fust keep it, all right9 I

got myself another one. <ou’re gonna be sponsoring more weddings, I’m sureE $he

had gotten her mom an identical clutch when she went to pick up the si)e!78 shoes at

=owerplant. #here’s %ad anyway9

+urned in early as usual. -e’s no spring chicken anymore, you reali)e9 -e, forone, doesn’t seem tooE she said in a stage whisper. Ay, you know you’re getting

old when people start getting you as a ninang for their weddings. Not too long ago

people were asking me to be the godmother of their children. I prefer that too, I tell

you. +he ceremony’s much shorter and you don’t have all these ninangs trying to

upstage each other but looking gurang all the same alongside the young bridesmaids

and flower girls. $he clucked her tongue as she busied herself on the stove reheating

the food for her daughter’s dinner.

%on’t worry. <ou might be attending another baptism before you know it, Nina

murmured lightly. $he was surprised when her mom spun around, hands on hips,having assumed she wouldn’t hear the 6uip.

#hat did you say9 >y, Nina5 Are you— Ay, you’re "ust teasing your old mother,

aren’t you9 <ou know we’ve been praying for the longest time that you and AndyE

(y, (a, your ears are sharp as ever, for all this 3old woman’ charade5

-er mother ignored her. #hat’s wrong with that husband of yours anyway9 <ou

need to see a fertility doctor or something9 I’d have thought that won’t be a problem

there in India. +hey even have fertility cults there, I heardE And having produced the4ama $utra you’d thinkE

(a, nothing’s wrong with Andy. /r me. I’m sure if we try, we can— And what

does the 4ama $utra have to do with this9 $he sighed and threw up her hands in

surrender +his is why I avoid getting started on this topic. Fust forget what I said,

okay, (a9 -ey, is that— kare!kare5

$he wasn’t really upset and even found herself en"oying the banter with her mom.

ut the conversation was veering towards a direction she was "ust starting to come to

terms with, and her favorite dish was a welcome diversion.

It would have been unthinkable when she was younger, to have such an e1change

with her parents. Any attempt at a re"oinder by her and her brother would have been

fouled in those days. $he welcomed this change in her mom and dad, though others

unnerved her. $he noticed, for instance, that they now increasingly referred to

themselves in the third person, instead of using I, something they only used to do



when she and her brother were little. ack then, they would say, Neil, see how

(ommy eats all her vegetables5 Nina, %addy’s "ust going to work, okay9 Now, it

was An old woman thisE your old father thatE

+here was more. $he had wanted to take them on a trip to :l Nido to make up for

her long absence, but they opted instead for a day trip to +agaytay. #ith much preamble to reassure her that they appreciated her kind offer, they reasoned that it

would only be a waste of her money if they end up cooped up in their hotel room,

e1hausted from the plane "ourney, as they were wont to be if they proceeded to

=alawan.

As you get older, anak , you long for the simple "oys of life, her father had said as

they were served steaming bowls of bulalo at a roadside eatery in +agaytay. Like

this, for instance. +he tonic of youth, your >ncle =abs and I call it. #ould they have

this in =alawan9 /f course I still swear by your mom’s version, but she would never

let me touch the marrow or even a bit of fat5 -ere on the other handE And hetackled with relish the fat!laced beef floating like islands surrounded by the flotsam of

cabbage, potato and carrot slices in a broth slick and rainbowy with grease.

As if you don’t have it on the sly in (a1’s and arrio 2iesta, tsk tsk tsk5 her

mother cried. And I’m sure that’s the least of what you eat behind my back. Let me

guess what else— sisig , lechonE

*hicharon, crispy pataE Nina added teasingly.

<ou two are worse than my doctor, her dad grumbled, adding another piece tothe sculpture of beef bones beside his plate, all picked clean of meat, fat and marrow.

esides, this place has such lovely memories for me and your mom. +he four of us

used to come here every summer, remember9 And he lapsed into one of those bouts

of nostalgia that Nina was alarmed to notice visited him and her mother with growing

fre6uency.

If only I could bring some of your kare!kare back with me to India, (a, she

sighed, snapping back to the present. $he mi1ed the peanut!flavored stew reddened

with achiote seeds with some boiled rice, added a little bagoong, and ate in messy

mouthfuls, like a child.

#ell, why not9 I can free)e it for you and keep it in an ice bo1 that’ll fit in your

suitcase. And her mother made as if to start doing "ust that.

$he shook her head. I doubt it’ll keep through the flight and the long stop!over.



Ah, then do the ne1t best thing. :at up5 -ave your fill5 I cooked that for you after

all. <our dad was sulking because I wouldn’t let him have any of the o1 tail and tripe.

Ceally, he’s getting to be 6uite a stubborn old man, your dad.

<ou’re too hard on him, (a.

Later, she insisted on clearing up and persuaded her mom to head off to bed. 0o

on, (a. <ou don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.

#hoosh waifing9 she asked, brushing her dentures on the sink. $hleeping like a

baby, you mean.

Nina did the dishes as 6uietly as she could, then let herself out the back door and

carefully made her way up the rickety steps to the old roof deck. $he used to go up

there to make calls on her mobile phone back during the days when cell sites were few

and far between and getting a signal was a matter of luck, location and timing. Later,when the reception improved, she would still gravitate to the roof deck whenever she

needed to make calls, partly for privacy but mostly out of sheer force of habit. :ven

earlier, the roof deck had served as some kind of makeshift observatory where they

would sit together as a family, watching the rare =erseid or Leonid shower, an

occasional solar or lunar eclipse, or the simple stippling of constellations on a clear

night when there was a brown!out. Nina smiled at the memories while she dialed their

house number in %elhi. Andy picked up at the fourth ring.

-ello9

As she heard his voice, Nina was assailed by a shyness worthy of a convent school

girl on her first date. -oney9

-ey, is that you, Nins9

#ho else would it be, silly9

$trange for you to ring the house instead of my mobile, that’s all. *hecking that

your husband’s in and not fooling around, aren’t you9 -e seemed to be in a good

mood. $he could hear the + in the background, and "udging from the high!pitchedsinging, a ollywood flick was on. +hat was his guilty pleasure, ollywood movies. It

was the si1th toe he tried to keep hidden from everyone but Nina and his parents.

%on’t worry, I’ll catch you one of these days.



%id you really e1pect me to advertise my insecurities9 #ell, they’re out of the bag

now so I hope you’re happy5

$o, how’s it going9

#hat9 >m, great, yes, everything’s "ust dandy. $he bit her lip, hoping that hewouldn’t probe. -ow could she tell him that after her first few days in (anila, when

she had eagerly pounded the pavements for a possible location for the caf', collected

stacks of forms from dusty government offices, met with book distributors and

endured sleepless nights after imbibing more caffeine than was good for her in the

name of scoping the competition—that after all this, she had simply found herself, and

the pro"ect, running out of steam9

-ow could she e1plain to him what had cooled the boiler and cut the engine9 +he

sight of her parents aging irreversibly, like dolls getting the final touches on a factory

conveyor belt& grey hair HB88J, liver spots HB88KJ, slight stoop HB88?J, cataract,incontinence, memory loss Hcoming soonJ, on and on towards the packaging section

where the bo1es are not made of cardboard, plastic and bubble wrap but of wood,

glass and satinE And the spectacle of someone she’d admired and placed on a

pedestal buffeted by life, forced to make compromises, and taking it all on the chinE

eroed in on a name yet9 -is voice snapped her back to the present.

>mE Not 6uite. $till waiting for inspiration to strike, you might say. +ime to

change the topic. $o how was the (aldives9 she asked, a little too brightly, but he

didn’t seem to notice.

/h, unbelievable5 <ou know those pictures you see on maga)ines with the sea so

blue you think they must’ve done some =hotoshop on them9 It looks "ust like that.

+hen, you go near the water, rubbing your eyes, and when you look down, it’s clear as

a sheet of glass and you see all these spectacular fish going about their business like

they’re in some giant a6uarium. <ou should see it, Nins5 +he boss said I should bring

you ne1t time.

#ell, he’d better mean it because after what you told me, nobody could stop me

from tagging along5

/h, he means it, don’t worry, he assured her, adding somewhat pompously,

<ou’re married to his blue!eyed boy, aren’t you9

$o I take it the *ebu posting’s pretty much a done deal9



>nless your husband fucks up big!time in the ne1t two years.

-ey, watch the language, mister.

(esses up. (esses up big!time.

Not that, silly. %itch the third person. $ay 3I’.

I what9

Never mind5 +he image of herself swinging on a hammock on a deserted white

strand practically made her forget her nervousness at what she was about to tell him

ne1t. AnywayE honey9

<es9

Cemember that thing we’re not supposed to discuss right now9

=regnant silence. >mE no. *are to remind me9

Andy. <ou know very well what I’m talking about. :1pectant pause.

#ell, now that you say it, yes. -ow can I forget it, Nins9 I have that discussion

with myself every day. +he + had either been turned off or muted, a sign that she

had his undivided attention. It wasn’t easy to tear him away from the screen when a

ollywood film was in full swing.

<es, e1aggerate. $he rolled her eyes. Anyway, what I wanted to say is thatE

umE I think I’m ready to have that discussion when I get back. +he latter part of the

statement was said in such a rush, she practically stumbled over the words. A full

minute of silence went by. -oney9

allelu#ah5 +ell me I heard you right—you’re ready to talk about it9 #hoo!pee5

-ang on for a moment, will you9 $he heard a loud thump!thump on stuffed leather

and pictured him doing a +om *ruise on the sofa. $o, you’ll be back 2riday night,

right9 oy oh boy, I can’t wait5 ut wait a minuteE A chink, ever so small, appearsin his armor of "oy. Aren’t you forgetting something, Nins9 #hat about the caf'9

#e have our whole lives ahead of us, don’t we, And)9 she asked rhetorically,

taking a deep breath. (aybe when we get the *ebu postingE I don’t know how I was

planning to pull it off in the first place. #ith your work there in IndiaE $he shook

her head, looking at the sky. It was one of those dreamy, moonlit nights. It was cra)y,

Andy, you were right.



I never said it was cra)y, hey. -e was calmly seated on the sofa now, feeling like

the world’s luckiest bastard.

ut I’m sure you were thinking it.

No, I wasn’t... /h, all right5 I thought it was a bit—whimsical.

And now this, huh9 <es, go ahead and say it& #oman, thou art fickle. $he

accompanied the si1 syllables with a tap!tap!tap of her finger on the keypad.

#ell, if this is fickleness, don’t ever change, (iss (asala5

"Miss Masala?" she repeated in surprise.

<ou know. Intense, hotEmutableE

=oint taken, mister. I like that though& (iss (asalaE -ey, brainwave5 $he

snapped her fingers, wide!eyed with inspiration. #ouldn’t 3(asala’ make a great

name9

A hush falls at the other end. >m, I agree an Indian name would be nice, love9

-e only ever called her 3love’ when he was feeling amorous or agitated, as he was

now. ut I was thinking more along the lines of $ameera for a girl or $ohan for a

boy. (asala’s kind of—

No, silly. +he other baby5 +he caf'.

/hE /h5 -e e1haled in relief, suddenly feeling like a dolt.

*af' (asala. #e can make it Indian!themed, with (adhubani paintings on the

walls, 2abindia furniture, and ragas for mu)akE #haddyathink9 $he was practically

hopping with e1citement.

=ardon me, but where does the 3reads’ and 3browse’ part fit into all this9 Andy

in6uired, eyebrows raised. %on’t we want people to know right away that we serve

up literature as well as lattes9 -ey, there you go5 Another contender& 3Lit and Lattes’.

#ell, I thought hard about it and I have to admit you had a point about the 4indle

thingE Anyway, we’re not fi1ated, are we9 #e adapt to new realitiesE $o,

whaddyathink9s

2rankly9 2ickle, fickle, fickle. Andy grinned. +he news of his imminent shot at

fatherhood had put him in a royal mood and he was enormously en"oying the repartee.



+hank you. Now can we have your opinion on the name please9

*af' (asalaE -e rolled the words inside his mouth, trying the sound of it.

*af' (asalaE

#e!ell9

Not badE Not bad at all, he conceded, having a brainwave of his own. And if

you say we can have ollywood nights once a week9 I’d say it’s perfect.

Cafe Masala

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