In the car on the way back from fast-breaking in the masjid (more on that in the next chapter), I asked my parents how I should update "Infinite Ink". Here are their responses:
Mama: "Don't update it tonight. It's late!"
Me: "My updates aren't that long. And Baba, I know you're going to say 'dental hygiene' but I want another topic." (Baba has been on my case to write an article on dental hygiene ever since I set foot in dental college.)
Baba: "OK, but we are going to write a separate paid article on dental hygiene after this...are you going to write fiction?"
Me: "No, it's from my perspective."
Baba: "You can write about politics."
Me (surprised): "But you always told me never to write about politics!"
Baba: "Yes, but...OK, then. You can write about flying in a glider versus flying in a jet plane. You know you used to play that game when you were little, so you know how to fly in a glider."
Me: "Mama, your suggestion?"
Mama: "I have no suggestion."
Me: "But really, all I'm going to do is write an article on the suggestions you two made when I asked you what I should write."
Mama (visibly perking up): "Then you should write about my new doctor who's hard of hearing and who lip reads me to find out what I'm saying!"
Me: "Alright! Thank you!"
I might actually write a chapter or two on these subjects, but for now I'm going to talk about our Saturday night at the masjid. Actually, in the next chapter. Do you ever ask your parents for ideas? Do you ever think it would be useful? Be honest.
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