Genetics

I met a cousin after 24 years. The last we met was at his wedding, and his daughter is 21 now. 

She is unusually friendly and eager to mingle. I’m tired after the journey, but she keeps firing questions,

“You were fond of reading in childhood, weren’t you? You spent time alone in your grandfather’s library.”

“Yeah… but how do you know that? It was long  before your birth.”

“Papa often says I’m like you.”

So, genetics were at play, while I was away.

I see another cousin or nephew not too eager to pick up phones, but are happy messaging. While I hear them being criticized for being unresponsive, I can’t bring myself up to echo the same.

I see shades of myself in them … not meeting or talking too often, but warm when we do meet, and helpful when the need arises.

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