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Scribblings by Lizbeth
A lie on the throne is a lie still, and truth in a dungeon is truth still.
May 29th, 2004 
Jeff_Annie_Remedial Chaos Theory
I live right behind a convenience store owned by a nice Hindi couple...a pair of newlyweds who are very clearly mass consumers of Bollywood movies.

They're both unbelievably cute. I can't even count the number of times I've walked into the store and the two of them are behind the counter singing to each other in Hindi. Even better, they both have really good voices.

Sometimes I go in, and one of them is in the back room. While one works the cash register he or she sings, only to get an answering song from wherever the spouse is hiding.

Maaaan, it's enough to make my atrophied sense of romanticism swell. She's got a cute little gold stud in her nose and she's got henna designs on her arms which you can see because she's always wearing short-sleeved shirts.

So while they work around the store in jeans and t-shirts, you hear this music that's utterly foreign to western ears but gets you *right there* just the same. Thing is, I'm pretty sure if I heard these same songs on my TV screen, I'd be switching the channel (visions of Xander-Buffy-Willow puzzling over a Bollywood film). But maybe because it's live...or maybe because their voices are so lovely it just makes you stop and wonder: "How the hell do I find someone like that?"

Today I walk into the store for my cup of coffee (Sign on the door: "We are open for Momiril Day") and they are all smiles. Next month is their eight-month anniversary. The husband shows me this necklace his wife gave him as a gift for his wedding. It looks something like an "Om" symbol, but not quite. It's encrusted with these delicate little diamonds. While the wife looks on a giggles cutely (have I mentioned they're cute?) I ask what it means.

He tries to explain that its a symbol for some goddess or another. (I'm ashamed to admit: I have a pretty good handle on most western pantheons but am woefully ignorant of the Hindu one. I know individual names, but not much beyond that). He even flipped out his wallet to show me pictures of some of the gods.

Somewhere in the middle of this, while I looked at the pictures, it may have occured to him that he might be insulting my religious beliefs. So he quickly says, "Oh, but I know it's all one god."

I give him a big smile, tell him I'm Unitarian, and no sweat. The concept of many gods is not exactly one I run screaming from.

Husband and wife give me huge smiles, and then point out the altar behind the counter festooned with unlit candles and flowers around a picture of the Hindu trinity (it's Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva...I think).

I'm flattered they did.

Have I mentioned they are very cute?

Anyway, it's lovely living right next to my own Bollywood movie set, even if no one is filming it.

And it's giving me a really short bunny (down girl, down!) involving Xander, Buffy, and Willow in a convenience store. Dear god...I've even got a title...

Unh, right...Living History. And for those of you who called death by water? You weren't wrong.


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