Morning Surprises

My mother called me up early in the morning today and put my heart on edge for a while. With so many near and dear ones on the wrong side of sixty, I had reasons to be pessimistic. But thankfully she'd called only to inform me that my father was giving us a surprise visit. A visit necessitated by the fact that my aunt G had sent them loads of eatables, with instruction that some be delivered to us. My heart which had calmed hearing her cheerful voice, went crazy again at the incredibility of the reason. What's wrong with Aunt G!? How can she behave as if Dharwad, Mangalore and Bangalore were some nearby gullies! Don't we get food here? But now after tasting her Atirasa, Jackfruit chips, Vade, Aapoos mangoes, ELLunde and murabba, my heart is full of gratitude and guilt. I don't know what these people are made up of, really.