Flashback to India and The Red Sari
At work I received an email from a person by the name of Per. Flashback to India.
In the early 90's I travelled to India. My mother was not happy I was travelling alone. But within one week of arriving in Bombay (it was called Bombay at that time) I managed to be invited to an Indian Jewish wedding where I met a group of westerners that I still think about from time-to-time. One was a photograher who was photographing Jewish women around the world. Another was a single, mid-30s, Jewish plastic surgeon from Vienna. Needless to say that Edvin and I got along extremely well. Unfortunately, he had both a girlfriend and a women he loved back home.
We spent the following day shopping for a red sari for the women he loved. I was trying the saris on for him. The next day I went to buy a train ticket for Jaipor and met a Scandanavian named Per. Per was going to the camel festival. Since we were going to be taking the same train that evening I invited him to join the doctor and I for dinner. I was very excited. I was going to have dinner with a tall, blond, attractive man an a SJM who was a plastic surgeon. I was in girl heaven - so I thought.
It turns out that Per used to be the marketing director at Volvo and at a pharma I never heard of - but Edvin did. That was the end of woman. The boys talked cars and drugs until we left for the train.
Edvin visited me in NYC the next year. He was there for a conference. A year later I went to Europe and stopped in Vienna to see Edvin. He wasn't with the girlfriend or the woman he loved. I asked if I could have the red sari he bought in India. He said he didn't know were it was. The next day when he went to work, I looked for the red sari in his apartment (very big - duplex apartment). I never found it. It was at that moment I realized it was time for me to go.
He never ended up with the girlfriend or the woman he loved. I never got the red sari.
We emailed a few years ago. He was married with a second child on the way. I was married with a child in my thoughts.
Blame it on Per.
In the early 90's I travelled to India. My mother was not happy I was travelling alone. But within one week of arriving in Bombay (it was called Bombay at that time) I managed to be invited to an Indian Jewish wedding where I met a group of westerners that I still think about from time-to-time. One was a photograher who was photographing Jewish women around the world. Another was a single, mid-30s, Jewish plastic surgeon from Vienna. Needless to say that Edvin and I got along extremely well. Unfortunately, he had both a girlfriend and a women he loved back home.
We spent the following day shopping for a red sari for the women he loved. I was trying the saris on for him. The next day I went to buy a train ticket for Jaipor and met a Scandanavian named Per. Per was going to the camel festival. Since we were going to be taking the same train that evening I invited him to join the doctor and I for dinner. I was very excited. I was going to have dinner with a tall, blond, attractive man an a SJM who was a plastic surgeon. I was in girl heaven - so I thought.
It turns out that Per used to be the marketing director at Volvo and at a pharma I never heard of - but Edvin did. That was the end of woman. The boys talked cars and drugs until we left for the train.
Edvin visited me in NYC the next year. He was there for a conference. A year later I went to Europe and stopped in Vienna to see Edvin. He wasn't with the girlfriend or the woman he loved. I asked if I could have the red sari he bought in India. He said he didn't know were it was. The next day when he went to work, I looked for the red sari in his apartment (very big - duplex apartment). I never found it. It was at that moment I realized it was time for me to go.
He never ended up with the girlfriend or the woman he loved. I never got the red sari.
We emailed a few years ago. He was married with a second child on the way. I was married with a child in my thoughts.
Blame it on Per.
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