East meets West

I hate Chinese food. And yet, I run a Chinese eating joint in Dona Paula.

The statue of Dona Paula depicts Mother India and Young India – one facing East, and other the West. My mother could not bear the idea of her son marrying Paula, a British girl. Paula hated British food, but loved Chinese. I hated Chinese food, but loved her. I loved my mother, too.

My mother succumbed to a long history of cancer. She had no one else but me. I consider myself lucky to have loved and lost – both of them, rather than never having loved at all.

I run this Chinese joint in the hope that Paula might visit Goa again, some day, and want to eat at this quaint joint. East meets West here, with the large number of white tourists that I host. I will welcome her husband and children, too, if life gives me an opportunity to see her again.

Inspired by FFAWC -99th Challenge- Week of January 24, 2017.

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