The Race To Christmas
The race for Christmas and all its dreams has started.
The fine tuning of my athletic frame and focused mind are almost complete.
“A sari for Dalila, a dhoti for Shaji”
Anu and I have spent weeks psyching-up and are trained in the necessary teamwork skills.
But a man in his fifties and boy in his teens may not be the ideal couple for sari shopping.
Confidence peaks too quickly:
“You think Dalila like this colour, Papa?”
“I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“More baubles for the Christmas tree”
“And paper stars for the roof terrace”
We’re on the home-straight.