It's been a long time since my parents agreed on anything. Even after the divorce, they seemed to pride themselves on their dichotomy of views, whether in reality, or just in principle.
I often remember either my dad or my mum going out of their way to make sure the views they represent are as opposite as they can possibly get to what they thought the other might present.
So when both of them, recently, expressed the same view about the unexplained sore on my leg, I got a bit worried.
"Go see a doctor! Get a blood sugar test done! Your family history of diabetes is very strong!"
Almost word for word, their reaction was the same. And of course, they wouldn't be good Indian parents if they didn't end with the ubiquitous guilt trip.
"As a parent, i can only advise you. If you don't listen, there is nothing I can do. I just hope it won't be too late."
My day, being my dad, and heaps more prone to exaggeration and melodrama than I am, had to add his unique spin, telling me uplifting anecdotes of how he knows people to lost their limbs to gangrene etc etc.
Needless to say, I went to the doctor the next day and had a blood sugar test done.
Not because I had any real fear, but because of the rarity of my parents agreeing on anything.
Now THAT is surely a sign, no? The chance of it happening is one in a million.
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