An invitation to her home...

Next day was my orientation at Movenpick 

I was called for a discussion with Pastor,

I was told my room will be shifted soon,

From basement to top floor of the house,

I thought that's a promotion and got excited,

Until I came to know that Yamuna is moving,

It was too much to handle in one day,

Excitement of a new job that will pay minimum,

But then I will not see Yamuna now on,

I was not sure but inside I was not feeling happy,

It was like a feeling that your stomach is upset,

And, you don't know whether you will throw up or..

You know what I meant... it was terrible feeling,

That same night I was moved upstairs in a smaller room,

I had a bed, a table and chair, a closet where Jesus was staring at me

I know all this was a deliberate plan on me,

I cannot see or talk with Yamuna when she comes back from work,

I will get fed-up of Jesus's stare and then may just fall in love with him?

It was a good mental torture to begin with,

Next morning I got ready and was about to leave the house,

Pastor called out, where am I going? I should know that I am new here,

I told him about my job, and he said I should not worry about it,

God will take care of it and I immediately asked,

Will God pay the rent on my behalf? and he laughed!

I said I need to pay you rent for that I need to work,

In between whatever time I have I will do the translation,

He was okay with that kind of adjustments and I left,

Went to the Richtree Inc. headquarters in Toronto city,

There was a receptionist, who was Indian too,

I was waiting for my time to get in for orientation,

When the Indian lady asked me, if I am from Maharashtra, am I a Marathi?

Usually, I would respond as no, but I said yes, I am from Pune,

She got excited and said I am from Bombay, do you speak Marathi?

I was good at it and so responded back and then next was an invitation to her home.

~ Dawn