The house was dark when I pulled up on the evening of Lakshmi Puja. My partner, Marilyn, wasn't home yet. Usually, on Wednesdays, she gets home before I do, and the house smells of garlic and olive oil when I walk in from my late shift tutoring at the Writing Lab. That evening, before I even took my coat off, I put some mithai into bowls for the Hindu neighbors two doors down and walked over under an umbrella. Their house was even darker than ours. So much for all the bright lights that are supposed to fill Hindu homes on this night with no moon.
I was a bit blue, but I put some sweets out for Marilyn and me to eat later and changed into pajamas. At least Game 6 of the World Series would start soon. I have only recently become interested in baseball and have many rules to learn, but by Game 6, I already knew that the Rangers would walk Pujols, and that Berkman would likely come up to bat next. I also cheered for the Cardinals like I had been watching baseball for decades. So I was excited about Game 6, back in St. Louis, where the Cards would have the home team advantage.
While I was figuring out dinner, Marilyn came home and said, "Did you hear about the game? It's postponed because of the rain." My heart sank. Fine, we aren't really celebrating Diwali. We often don't, at least not on the actual night--but no baseball?
That night, I stayed up working after Marilyn went to bed. I turned on lights in all the rooms downstairs, Iit some incense, ate some mithai, and hoped fervently that the Cardinals would win the next night. And, oh what a night it was!
I was a bit blue, but I put some sweets out for Marilyn and me to eat later and changed into pajamas. At least Game 6 of the World Series would start soon. I have only recently become interested in baseball and have many rules to learn, but by Game 6, I already knew that the Rangers would walk Pujols, and that Berkman would likely come up to bat next. I also cheered for the Cardinals like I had been watching baseball for decades. So I was excited about Game 6, back in St. Louis, where the Cards would have the home team advantage.
While I was figuring out dinner, Marilyn came home and said, "Did you hear about the game? It's postponed because of the rain." My heart sank. Fine, we aren't really celebrating Diwali. We often don't, at least not on the actual night--but no baseball?
That night, I stayed up working after Marilyn went to bed. I turned on lights in all the rooms downstairs, Iit some incense, ate some mithai, and hoped fervently that the Cardinals would win the next night. And, oh what a night it was!
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