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Chapter Seven

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This is mine and I’ve allowed some of these points to stand, in spite of being corrected.
It’s not a guidebook or marketing piece for the Sunday paper.

It is semi-fiction: A fictional description of a true story.

Previously…
– I went with Candida to meet her friend to Sandham island
– Her friend Simone was sailing since two weeks with husband, 3 kids and her dog
– I was baffled at how a single mother was having fun with an ideal family
– Candida separated from Andrew without spoiling his ‘daddy image’
– Adam was great friends with Andrew as he was a doting father

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I am breathing curiosity in Adam’s room. Parents’ divorce and a relationship? Was it sort of an escape? When did he tell Evelyn? How did Candida tell him? What does he think about Candida’s current boyfriend? And Andrew’s current girlfriend? This whole thing is so bizarre. If there was an award for ‘emotional fitness’, he would be one of the receivers for sure. Wasn’t this more important than being able to lift 100 kgs? 

I saw Adam’s picture with Evelyn on the pearly white desk. It was framed and placed there. For a closer look, I held it under the handsome lamp next to it. The lamp remained dark.

How romantic! Pictures are an effortless time machine. 

Candida walked in when she saw the lamp wasn’t working. “Ah. Will have to go to the supermarket for a new bulb. I’ll change it later. Hey, I know it’s not a tourist attraction but do you wanna go? We can ride the train and be back in time to go to Nina’s.”

New bulb? I just call the electrician. Perks of cheap labour, haha!

“Camp will take me to all those touristy places. Let’s go to the supermarket. I really don’t mind.”

 Riding the train would be so cool!

***

“That’s the station, you see? Pretty close, no?” Candida smiled. We had walked for some 500 metres. 

Wh-What? How did it look s–so-artistic? How is it so clean? And not stinking? I go to that CST subway daily and…My God. Oh, and most importantly, EMPTY. Like h-how? How empty? No beggars? No shops? What’s going on? Didn’t people live here?

***

Nina (Candida’s cousin) lived in a place like Monica Geller’s, or any New York apartment for that matter. Squished yet surviving on a busy street. The apartment was on the first floor. Nina was slender and neanimorphic (looking younger than age.Yeah, I Googled). I would have never guessed she was mother to Karen and Ben. Her features were sharp and attractive.

Inside, an elongated dining table made of cucumber green marble welcomed us. At the centre of the table was a revolving glass disc. Colourful and aromatic food was kept on it in delicately designed floral cutlery making it a seated buffet.

“Hey Richa, do you like Avocado? Try its salad here, its dressing is delish, it’s from Italy,” Karen (Nina’s daughter) flicked the glass disc with Avocado salad towards me. I instantly liked the adorable self she was. Her red sweatshirt was casual yet classy.

I was an Avocado virgin, never tasted. I had applied its lotion once, I guess.

I eagerly scooped some onto my plate. It was buttery and did not have any strong flavour as such (bland like a potato). She was right about the dressing. The salad tasted divine solely because of it.

***

“Have you been to Chile?” Karen asked while sipping coffee after a delectable dinner.

We were swinging in the balcony overlooking the streets. Surprisingly, not flooded with cars. Clay (Nina’s nephew) joined us smilingly. Tall and pretty, I was certain he made heads turn.

“Oh, shut up, you idiot. Karen asks everybody,” Clay jokingly punched her.

“Er no, why?” I asked Karen before turning to Clay, “Hey, coffee?”

“So she got a job as an animal psychologist there,” Clay told me and continued mocking Karen, “If a dog barks, we give biscuits. What’s there to study!” He rolled his eyes.

“Right, which is at least helping the dogs” Karen interrupted with a clarification that there was more than just dogs. She then playfully scorned at Clay, “What do you do, eh? Just get chicks drunk?” Clay was a bartender in Italy. That’s where he got the Avocado salad’s dressing from. From their cute bickering, I learnt that Sia (Clay’s sister) was a golf ball diver. They collect golf balls from ponds, etc. She was apparently an excellent swimmer in school.

Karen – animal psychology – Chile
Clay – bartender – Italy
Sia – golf ball diver – Miami
Ben (Karen’s brother) – wildlife photographer – Spain
Peter (Nina’s husband) – scubadiving instructor – Egypt
Adam (Candida’s son) – writer – USA
Lily (Candida’s mother) – painter – Sweden

How unusual are these? These can be hobbies, yes. But jobs? Indians won’t even know how to spell them! I suddenly wondered (like you surely have at some point in your life) what will my life be if I was not human. A duck, maybe? I won’t have to worry about having a job. Food would be free. My life will be filled with sunlight and water.

Tempting, yes. Although, just a stupid fantasy. I am not a duck and I don’t even want to be. Would I be writing this or have met Candida, Nina, Karen and Clay at all? However unusual the job is, we have to come home. So why not make an unusual home? A home we do not want to leave?

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Chapter Six

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Previously…

– The difference in time or distance did not impact mothers, they were so similar.
– A red helicopter was an ambulance.
– One morning, the neighbour’s kid was seriously injured while rowing.
– Candida’s father felt guilty about teaching him that.
– I didn’t think he should have, as it was absolutely not his fault.

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From The Stockholm Archipelago to Sandham

Salt, sea, sun. 

Helluva fun! 


I wish I could join Candida’s summer cheer. However, that joy wasn’t at all infectious. Hey, I love Mumbai, but in the summers, there is nothing to cheer about. With 40 degrees and sweat, discovering anything pleasant is an odd phenomenon. Anyhow, it is and will always be home.  Does it really matter? 

“Winters are so dark here. Literally, you know? Sun says hi by 9ish and bye around 3. The blue water becomes a stiff sheet of white ice without boats. I love the water. I’m sure you do too, you have so many beaches back home, right?” Candida then bore into me with a profound metaphor. “Think of a heart monitor, life is in waves. A stiff goddamn line means death,” grumbled Candida.

That morning, we were headed to Sandham to meet Candida’s friend Simone and her family. Sandham is on the island Sandön. It was about an hour’s row from where we were. It is an important natural port in the archipelago.

***

The cultural impact that Italian pizza has had all across the world is not at all surprising. There isn’t a city in the world without a pizza outlet of some sort. Älskar pizza was just a few steps away from the deck. It is a spectacular restaurant where they serve great pasta, meat and other Italian classics.

Simone was on a sail-vacation with her husband, three kids, and their dog – ‘Pig’. (Funny story: the youngest daughter wanted to adopt a pig, so they adopted a dog named ‘pig’ instead).The six had been sailing for two weeks and had two more to go.

“When I thought of sailing, I had this scene set in my head, you know? Some glamorous celebrities sunning themselves on deck, watching their friends frolicking in the crystal blue waters below, moored somewhere uber Instagrammable,” dreamed Simone. “But you know what I found? For yacht holidays, you don’t have to be famous or even have any experience in sailing,” she continued excitedly.

Apart from the calm of the ocean, there was privacy and the flexibility of being able to explore numerous destinations in one trip. Wow, I’m so sold. I loved the concept.

And they built a life they loved

Laughter masked the truth of them all. On one side, there is the Ekström family. An ideal one – parents, 3 kids, a dog. The six appeared happy together. On the other side, a single mother. I am not strong enough to have ever gone for such a lunch. I admired Candida for that. Maybe I’ll ask her about it later.

Maybe the waves wash off the fears

Or maybe they hide the tears 

Maybe one sail is all we need

To stop how we bleed

***

On our way back to Stockholm (my home-away-from-home), Candida showed me a picture of Simone holding Pig. That picture made her smile. Happy looked good on her.

I gingerly enquired, “Er Candida? Didn’t you think of Adam and his father when you met them?”

“Not really. I have mastered the art of admiring them, without questioning my own. Know this Richa, you only compare your stupid Instagram stories with their highlights,” she looked sideways at the water, “Adam’s father, Andrew, is someone any woman could easily fall for. You saw that, right? I fell too. He was every dream I’d ever had. I am glad that I got to meet the love of my life. Hardly anyone does. However, he was a flirt and I don’t blame him -” she exhaled a homourless laugh, “The most important thing was, he was a doting father to Adam. We waited until Adam could take care of himself. I then gently told Adam without ruining that ‘daddy image’ for him.”

Wow okay. But without Adam’s response, this tale sounded too good to be true.

“Of course Adam was hurt. But more than that, he was grateful that we made sure he lived his childhood in a bubble, free of any tragedies. Right now, he encourages me to respect my life and to choose whomever I love. And about Andrew, well, they are great friends. Oh and I told you, he adores Phil,” Candida concluded smilingly.

If my story was so unique, so different, why would I ever compare? It was not worthy of comparison. To hell with Simone. Huh.

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Chapter Five

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This is semi-fiction: A fictional description of a true story.

Previously…
On the way to meet Candida’s parents – island at Stockholm Archipelago – Stopped at the gas dock – a floating petrol pump on the water – Candida bumps into her ex-husband and his current girlfriend – a model – In awe at Candida’s mental stability

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Island-house – The Stockholm Archipelago

Wow. The island house is like the little red house in the scenery drawings from primary school. Instead of those mountains above and the tree next to it in the drawings, it was just blue everywhere around. Just imagine blue!

Inside, the living-room was a bright, rosy-coloured space neatly tucked in the island-house by French windows. It was like one of those luxurious apartment pictures my mom showed me.

“How was the boat-ride? Oh, you hungry sweetie?” Grandma Lily asked. She had a faint strawberry scent.

“Er, no. Candida made cheese sandwiches for the boat. Oh, and she drove wonderfully” I replied.

However different the continents were, it had no impact on mothers. They were the same. I sighed.

***

2 hours later

I was looking at the purple tiffin with sandwiches left from the morning, my face made a distasteful expression.

I am so tired of everything being tasteless (except desserts). So bland. Just plain and yuck. Thanks, mom for packing theplas and pickle. I am surviving on those. God bless you. I so wanted to have something spicy.  

“Hey,” Grandma Lily called from outside. “Let’s take a dip? It will be refreshing. Come!”

When I did not give an exciting positive response, she came in. I was simply sitting on the bed with only the sun enjoying the contents of the purple tiffin on the side-table.

Aren’t guests simply served with options of food items?

“Before we go, should I get you some meatballs?”

I don’t know how she got that. Haha. But ew meat.

“Oh no, I’m a vegetarian and I would like this!” I said. I smirked at my smartness, this was a mind-blowing idea. I was holding a packet of Maggi noodles.

Take a bow, Nestle, take a bow.

***

The next morning, our grim faces were focused on the TV screen for the weather report.

Oh yeah, surprisingly, these guys take it seriously. Unlike India, it is accurate almost every time.

‘Chuff-chuff-chuff’, the whirring of the helicopter overtook the news anchor’s weather forecast of being a sunny day. Four pairs of eyes followed that sound, it took us outside. Once again, I was un the blue. This time, blue was for the mood. Standing on the deck overlooking water, our gaze scanned the cloudless sky. There, I couldn’t belive, I spotted red. That red was the reason the mood was blue. Red with bold ‘AMBULANCE’ in white shouting from its exterior paint. It went to the neighbouring island. The ambulance was a freakin’ red helicopter. Whoa!

“May God make lil’ Sonny feel better,” said the grandpa. He shook his head slowly and looked at the sky, praying. “He is Harry and Megan’s son, our island-neighbours. Cute kid. Today, while rowing, Buzo jumped in the boat, the dog in black fur you see there,” he pointed. “Sonny lost control and tripped. Do you know what’s worse? I taught him how to row.” He murmured and walked away, still shaking his head. Probably feeling guilty.

I don’t know why he felt guilty. If the kid is destined to be fine, he will be. How is any of this his fault?

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Stockholm Archipelago, here I come!

Oh My God. This is So blue. Neither the Monday kinda blue, nor dress-shade kinda blue. It’s a different blue. A blue I have never seen before. Nature’s blue. 

Saltsjöbaden, Municipality in Sweden.

“Weather is sunning and stunning, isn’t it?” Candida exclaimed. 

The dapper wind and the dazzling water made a splendid pair. It was accompanied by the bracing sky and a calming horizon. I was embarrassed about taking pride in Mumbai being a coastal city. This was beyond comparison. The cleanliness, the purity, the picturesque scenes… I wished this was The Truman Show. It would have been more fascinating and prettier than it already is. I had just begun daydreaming about that idea when Candida yelled. It was like my morning alarm going off. I sighed.

“Hey, we need gas.”

***

Oh my!  Forget our shitty petrol pumps with beggars sprinkled across, this gas dock was an entire petrol freakin’ pump floating on water. Oh, who is that dude Candida is talking to? The man looks as old as her, in his fifties. Athletic, yeah. Must be working out. The super-cute model-like slender chick next to him seems at least 25 years younger. Wait-what? Did he just-? They are definitely not father-daughter or brother-sister. 

“Yeah… whatever,” Candida rolled her eyes as she walked back.

Huh? What did that mean? They appeared so friendly. Maybe she likes him. Well, I won’t be surprised there. Hello, muscles! Anyway, I dare not ask.

“That was my ex-husband and his current girlfriend,” she announced in a fact-of-the-matter manner.

WTF! Good, I did not ask. I can’t even begin to explain how strange that was.

“Wh-what? And you okay with this?” I looked bewildered.

I mean, how on earth can we imagine anybody of that age (or any age actually) see something like that without getting disturbed? Except in movies, which are not real. HOW!?

“It’s all right. Our hearts break and we do take some time. We don’t quit though, do we? We don’t have that option, you see? Eventually, we move on. We have to,” she shrugged and looked away. 

There were no tears, not any sign of weakness. Wow, I feel proud.

“So have you-?” I’m a copywriter and yet,  I was at a loss for words.

Moved on? After having a child? I know many people do but that was an alien universe to me.

“Oh yeah, I am dating Phil. Hot doctor, also divorced. Adam adores him,” she smiled.

She does not feel like 50 odd years old. I don’t know any of my friends who can talk to any grown-ups like that. Can you? What’s inside simply remains there. This is just so… liberating.

I gently squeezed her arm and smiled back. 

***

We parked our boat at their island’s dock.

Grandpa towered us, easily a foot taller than I was. Instantly, I knew where Candida got the height from. Musclular built and tanned skin had travel stories written all over them. There were hard lines on his face and the friendliness of his blue tshirt failed to hide the tough muscles beneath it. Suddenly, I had immense respect for the ‘retired army man’.

“No no,” Grandpa shook his head, crestfallen. “Did you forget tying the boat to the dock, Candy?” He marched towards Candida and secured all the dock lines by simple cleat knots.

Meanwhile, grandma walked towards us in a yellow floral sundress. It highlighted her curves. “Hi Richa! I’m Lily. So glad to have met you. I’m sure Candy did not tell you about her camp like this one to California.”

Candida had certainly not told me. I’ll ask her about it later. Right now, the waves overlapped Lily’s singing voice. I could see smile lines forming under her eyes. 

“No wonder she has been such an awesome host-mother. ,” I replied as Lily walked us in the house. Lily halted midway, following the gaze of my eyes. I spotted the most spectacular swing in the middle of greens, just by the sea.

“Hop on. It will feel rewarding to see it being used,” murmured Lily.

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– At Candida’s place, in Adam’s room, my home-away-from-home
– Blue and yellow (Swedish flag colours) were shining everywhere inside
– Like a true hostess, she represented Sweden well

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I-c-can’t-br-breathe… Am I…dr-drowning? H-How am I drowning?
Wasn’t I flying in an aeroplane? Didn’t I land? I can hear my breath.
So I’m Not drowning. And Not dreaming. I did sleep though.
So much silence, man. Some people find it heavenly but me? I am so used to it that I have strangely gotten fond of the traffic noise.
Call it crazy but I live on the grand floor on the main road. And In Mumbai.
Anyway, what’s the time? The sun is still up. Evening, maybe?

“In summers, sunsets are around 2 in the night, you see? Hey, you hungry?” Candida pierced that silence answering my unasked question. She must have caught me staring at the clock whose hour-hand was between eight and nine. 

“Not really,” I answered.

I was too sleepy to eat.

“Knew that! I’ll fetch you hot chocolate,” she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Perfect. I did not come here to sleep anyway.

She reappeared a minute later, offering me a maroon mug, “Here you go. Hey, do you feel sea-sick?” She had such a motherly innocence about her, no one could have said yes, even if they did feel sea-sick. Fortunately, I didn’t. I smilingly shook my head, reassuring her.

I was almost gonna ask ‘why’ but who likes spoilers, right?

Whenever the sun sets,
it always rises.
Isn’t that one of our assets?

The next morning, I was ready in my red shorts to hike downhill to lie on the water-deck. Just behind the apartment. Had also packed, Candida told me what to bring.

Oooo! I can get some sexy pictures here! The sunlight is superb. I feel so pretty!

“Richa! Wait. There she is, that white one. Do you see?”

We had reached the parking spot for boats. Yeah, boats. It mirrored the airport car-parking area. So neat. Maybe Candida is talking about the white boat, I guessed.

Candida didn’t seem to care about the shallow breaths as she jogged towards the boat. “Look at her. Such beauty. My parents got her (the boat) for Adam, you see? He is staying at Evelyn’s place this week, his girlfriend. So pretty, right?” Candida showed her phone’s wallpaper. Adam hugged Evelyn on some hill. Yes, they undoubtedly appeared happy.

Adam and Eve, how perfect! Er… and what do I say about the boat? It is so… NOT a ‘beauty’.

She (the boat) looked like some regular pedal boat from ‘Chota Kashmir’. Instead of the two pedal-seats, there was a motor and a steering wheel.

Candida continued to chirp in her child-like-new-toy excitement, “We can ride her and visit my parents, yeah? They are usually on the island in the Archipelago during summer, you see? We can take a dip, relax a little in the house there. Don’t worry, the water is pretty warm this time of the year.”

Whoa! Boat!? Okay then. Here are some points to ponder. I had heard of my friends boasting about new cars, maybe visiting a fancy beach in an exotic location abroad. Never about how a mom having such a…wallpaper or a new boat or having a second-home on an island.

I joined Candida’s childish anxiousness and jumped into the other two seats. While Candida rode, I read on my mobile what an Archipelago was. 

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– Travelled abroad for the first time
– Landed at Stockholm Arlanda Airport
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Last Seen: Stockholm Arlanda Airport

Wow. Am I in a movie? I’d never seen a blondie from this close. Candida is so pretty! That’s not all, the offbeat left-hand driving and the sleek flyovers are giving me feels like Harry Potter on the 9 and 3/4th platform at King’s Cross station for the first time. I gape at the streets, failing to hide my awe. Oh my, this is surreal!

Candida greeted me with a proud wave of the flag of Sweden. Her wide ear-to-ear grin matched mine.

My dreams were mega…
But this, I never imagined…
Here’s how I met the Swergis flagga.

Walk to the right, that’s where I will sit. NOT LEFT. Right door. Right side, right side, right side. Ooh, the silver Volvo looks shiny new!

I kept ogling, evidently. That’s when Candida broke my reverie.

“First time abroad? I’m an air hostess, you see? I come across many such passengers. So don’t worry. You are in good hands.”

“Don’t you get tired of those flights sometimes? I already am.”

“Hey, come on. Don’t tell me I look that old. It’s my dream to visit all the wonders of the world, you see? Brazil, Peru and Mexico are left. “

“Oo yay! So you’ve been to India? How was it?”

“Taj Mahal is simply…

en skönhet. Beautiful.”

“Din jävla idiot,” Candida abruptly cussed, “Argh! This place has such moronic drivers.”

Harry Potter on King’s Cross, my foot! This is home!

The society was like a colony. Short buildings (2 floors each – around 10 feet of the gap in between) stood surrounding a gorgeous meadow. Hers was on the ground floor, I could see a manicured front yard next to neat grey steps, leading to a turquoise coloured main door.

The cosy ceiling-to-floor white apartment was decked with vibrant yellow and blue coloured balloons (flag colours). It looked as if it was set for filming a sexy click flick.

“Look, that’s my darling son, Adam,” her smile lit up her face when his picture filled her phone’s screen and she gave me a gentle squeeze. “He is away and you have his room. Lucas told you, I guess?” She continued.

On a bright study table by the window, stood a handsome flower vase holding blue & yellow cascading roses & calla lilies (Again, flag colours).

For me, she was representing Sweden, and I was smiling like a satisfied customer. I had a perfect customer-review for her. It was in the form of a miniature Taj Mahal.

Furthermore, she gave me a stamp-sized Swedish flag. It had a gold Nordic cross (denoting Scandinavia) on a field of blue, like the blue of our screens.

Tirelessly, we roam…
Eventually, we come back…
To a home-away-from-home.

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