Madhur, Mahesh and Radika Part 1
- It is not often that I meet people with such big hearts. Madhur,
Mahesh and eleven year old daughter Radika are a new Indian
family living in New York, Queens. We (Four Russians from Moscow, one
Hungarian and one Canadian women and me) were seven people staying at
Whenever we arrived from a meeting or other activities they would
invite us for lunch, dinner or breakfast (always yummy Indian Food). I
enjoyed sitting together at one big table communicating in different
languages (and feeling the cheeks glowing from Indian Chai). It made
me more and more aware of how the world grows together. Kamalika would
speak Hindi to Mahesh while Madhur was talking to me in German, I
spoke Russian to Julia and Julia eagerly practised her new learned
English. Days went by.
There were a few incidents I can't forget and would like to share with
Once I praised Madhur for her constant serving us (she even brought me
a cup of Indian Chai to my room).
I like the name Madhur (meaning sweetness) and all day long I would
sing songs that contains the word "Madhur". So when I came home
jumping down the stairs I sang cheerfully "Sure, sure Madhur sure desh
bideshe gure berai, bhakti...e.t.c. Suddenly I noticed that Madhur was
lying on one of the beds sleeping. I apologized for not having seen
her before. It was the day the Russians had left in the afternoon.
It was my last day in New York before leaving for Europe. We went to
pick up Radika from the school bus. The sun was shining bright and we
enjoyed peacefully leaning against some small wall and waiting and
chatting. I was fully convinced she would be happy to see us waiting
for her. What got off the school bus was a sad child that started
crying when seeing her mom. With tears in her eyes she told her what
happened: A girl who is also going by the same bus had tried to
challenge her by saying in a nasty way: "I am Puerto Rican and Puerto
Ricans don't like Indians." Usually she does not talk to this girl but
today she replied: "That can't be true, I have a Puerto Rican friend."
Marvellous answer!! The very presence of us in her house made her
forget the incident soon. Smilingly she came up to me and said: "Next
time I will tell her I am not Indian I am Spanish." I consoled her by
saying: "Maybe there will be no next time ;-)."