Last Friday Mehwish had the third years (plus Rachit and Sarubh) for dinner. She managed a delicious feast, all done in her post-call delirium. Who knows what went in those samosas, but they were very very good.  There was a daal, naan, chicken in all sorts of spices, and cuddy (I thought Rachit was saying ‘curry’ funny, like the way Jennifer calls ‘cuttlefish’ ‘cuddlefish’. But then I find out cuddy is different than curry).  Aj brought other extra dishes too, but would only tell us she got them from ‘a neighbor’, which lead us to speculate she’s been dumpster diving at some fancy restaurant’s back alley. It’s cool.  We’re not picky.

John missed out on the dinner because he was going on a date night with his wife. I thought the point of dating was to get married. Once you’re married, goal! I would throw in a sports analogy here, but I can only think of awkward ones. Oh well. They were missed.

After eating all that good food, we sat and talked with Azif’s wife. I gave him a thumbs up sign and he tells me he thinks she must have had problems with her sight when she agreed to married him.  I nod in agreement, but she shakes her head ‘no’ lovingly. Aw.

Some of us stay back to help Mehwish clean up. Mehwish asks us to stay, and Paul’s wife Naveena tells us stories from the psychiatry side. I never realized how dangerous the job could be. I think she should take judo lessons and or at least carry a stun gun. After awhile, Mehwish’s post-call delirium really hits in. Paul teases that Mehwish’s reaction time to jokes gets notably delayed. I say “Actually, Mehwish, the truth is everyone left a long time ago. We’re just figments of your imagination right now.’

We say we should go, but Mehwish implores us to stay. Apparently, it is a Desi tradition to make your guests fight their way out of your home. It’s politeness, you know, making them feel welcomed. And it works. But I am always at a loss at how to handle this. With my family, it’s always been we say we need to go, and the host agrees (sometimes too readily). Then to show there’s no hard feelings we linger for one or two hours more. But the contract has been made that someone will leave.

But it gets late enough and Mehwish valiantly tries to block the door, but allows us to take our leave. All the guests full and happy.  I think it’s only the second time Mehwish has been to a group hangout (the first being at the miracle berry flavor party at my house). I wish she’d had dinner at her place sooner, definitely one of the best hostesses ever.

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