I saw two of my former colleagues some time ago. They were both standing by a food truck outside ordering huge portions of sinful-looking delicious food with enormous sides of fries- french fries for one and onion rings for the other. All the while, were excitedly pointing out to each others mid sections whilst bursting into giggles every second. They were so immersed with each other that they totally did not see me. I slid away unnoticed, and made a mental note of which one was having a boy, and who would be holding a tiny, pink bundle soon.
Seeing them by those food trucks also made me nostalgic. When I was pregnant with Anya, I developed a serious sweet tooth. Not only did I crave sweets, I craved only one sweet- 'boondi ke laddoo'. At that time, there were no real Indian stores around campus that sold sweets. Yes you could buy dal-atta-chawal, but that was pretty much it. Both my mom and MIL tried sending me ladoos from India with friends- but one guy forgot them at home; and the other had to surrender them at the Airport Immigration. All my unfulfilled craving came to me in the form of a 5 pound 1ounce bundle who'd eat nothing, except serious sugar. My mom said that my baby was so tiny and so fussy because I didn't get those ladoos..


