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Meeting Max

 

 

By Richard Brumer

 

 

Meeting Max

 

Copyright © 2015 byRichard Brumer.

All rights reserved.

First Print Edition: August 2015

 

 

Limitless Publishing, LLC

Kailua, HI 96734

www.limitlesspublishing.com

 

Formatting: Limitless Publishing

 

ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-260-4

ISBN-10: 1-68058-260-7

 

No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

 

For my wife.

 

 

 

“Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.”

—Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Rick Newman never forgot the day Julie died. He’d sat, stunned, in the faculty mail room at NYU as he skimmed the cold, black print of her obituary. It was the moment that brought him to India and changed his life forever.

A month later, after taking leave from his teaching position, he boarded a flight from New York to Delhi and sat comfortably in his window seat as others shuffled sideways down the narrow aisle, carrying their baggage. For him, India promised to be a journey into the unknown, an opportunity for the magic of a new place to overwhelm him and provide the fulfillment he craved, but it was more than that.

His purpose was to find the son he never met. Challenges excited him. It was his way of coming face-to-face with his fears, by proving to himself that he could do it. He had many sensitive and caring Indian friends in the States, and he loved spending time with introspective people who were seeking new beginnings—abstract thinkers in touch with their humanity.

Beginnings were fun and fascinating, especially in relationships. The excitement of first meetings, first conversations, were all harbingers of what would soon unfold. He viewed each new friendship as if it had an invisible timeline, divided by beginnings, middles, and endings. Beginnings, for him, were always the most exciting, but everything, at some point, had to have an ending.

Rick was a biology professor at NYU, but that didn’t define him. He was an adventurer too. He used long stretches of time away from the world of academia to ski down mountains and sail oceans, alone. Travel had taken him to exotic places such as the Galapagos, China, and the South Seas. Now, he would be off again. This time with a mission.

His window seat was a little forward of the middle of the aircraft, with one empty seat beside him. He hoped luck would play its part by giving him an interesting travel companion with whom he could share some sparkling conversations on his lengthy journey. A sixteen-hour flight from New York could be a long, lonely trip.

Rick was conscious of his age. He was forty-eight and time was passing him by. Through the scratched Plexiglas window, he watched the baggage handlers load the plane as darkness approached. He thought about his life, which seemed to flash by almost as fast as the plane would soon be soaring through the sky.

The years had not been unkind to him and he’d had his share of romances, some bittersweet, none everlasting. The lack of long-term love in his life left an ache in his chest. There was nothing as sweet as having someone with whom to share life’s adventures.

Did it matter, or did he only think it mattered? Maybe it was just bad luck. That was the easy answer and the only answer he had. In the long run, as with others, the randomness of chance made him who he was. It was those few unforeseen moments of right timing, chance meetings, and snap decisions that shaped his life more than anything else had.

Lady luck, where are you? Bring some good luck this time around.

He caught his first glimpse of her during the boarding procedure. As she navigated her way down the aisle, her blonde hair brushed gently against her narrow shoulders. The passengers ahead of her searched for their seats with unsmiling, anxious faces. They glanced at their seat numbers and rechecked their boarding passes as they ambled past Rick. As he watched each of them walk by, he hoped the beautiful woman he was focusing on would be the one to sit beside him.

Rick shifted his legs in different positions, trying to get comfortable as he kept his gaze forward. He watched the blonde’s hair swaying from side to side as she struggled with her carry-on baggage and he breathed a small sigh of relief as each person in front of her who approached his row continued on. As each person went by, he imagined what it would be like to spend the next sixteen hours with each of them.

An elderly white-haired woman clutched a book in her frail, wrinkled arm. Her pale blue sweater slipped along her shoulder. The man behind her, presumably her son, gently righted it for her. The book was
The God of Small Things
. Rick had never heard of it. The title led him to believe it was a religious book, and that would definitely not hold his interest.

If she sat next to him, they would most likely exchange a few pleasantries and nothing more. The rest of the time would be spent with his face buried in his book,
The Lonely Planet Guide to India
. But maybe his imagination
was
leading him the wrong way. Perhaps the elderly woman and Rick
would
share some good conversation, but the blonde was his first choice. She appeared to be younger than him, and she was beautiful.

Each person who passed his row triggered his imagination, but constant glances down the aisle kept him aware of the blonde’s progress. In the meantime, a few other passengers in front of her still had to find their way, and Rick focused on them. What did they do for fun? How did they look naked? What were their jobs?

Just behind the elderly woman and her son was a man about sixty. He was an Indian Sikh. Rick knew that because one of his friends, who wore a similar turban, was a Sikh.

The man had a graying beard held neatly in place with a net, similar to a hair net, which kept his beard close to his face. His head was covered with a turban made from a long, thin strip of orange material. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a thin, white cotton shirt, open at the collar and trimmed with blue and gold borders along the bottom of the short sleeves. Around his neck, almost buried in his hairy chest, was an elaborate chain which held a gold dolphin.

Rick knew that if he shared his trip with the Sikh, it would give him the opportunity to learn a lot about India and religion, but this would not be the time or place.

Rick was multitasking big time. His eyes were still focused farther down the aisle as he watched the blonde’s slow progress.

The passenger in front of her approached Rick’s row. He was a sweaty, overweight Indian man with a full head of black hair and a thick black mustache that stretched out below his nose and curved downward, toward his lips. His torso was bulging at his sides, showing open layers of fat stacked along his waist like rows of melting chocolate bars. In front of him, he lugged a large leather briefcase, which carelessly bounced along the armrests as he excused himself along the way. Rick looked at the man as he walked by in slow motion and then his eyes shifted back to the blonde, who still had not found her seat, but was now at his row.

Rick had his eyes half closed and tried to look cool, as if he had never noticed her. She stopped at his seat number, stretched her lean body upward to stow her carry-on in the luggage compartment, and sat down next to him. Rick noted there were no rings on her fingers. He thought that was a plus, but he wasn’t certain if it really had any significance. He didn’t say anything, but smiled and acknowledged her presence.

He waited until she settled in. She kicked off her shoes and planted a thick book in the mesh holder in front of her. It was a novel called
Shantaram,
a novel that Rick had already read.

At least we like the same reading material.

Why wouldn’t she have that book? He had his
Lonely Planet Guide,
and they were both heading to India, so bringing books about India while flying to India was a reasonable expectation, but something about the two of them having read the same book made him feel they had a connection. He often arrived at quick judgments, especially when women were involved.

Two other books were visible from a pocket in her handbag:
300 Most Difficult Sudoku Ever
and
The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
. Another connection, except for the Sudoku book.

Rick turned toward her, smiling. “Hi, I’m Rick.”

“Elena Weisz. Nice to meet you.”

“My pleasure, Elena,” he replied, happy to finally have a name for the blonde.

She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty, with a creamy complexion and deep blue eyes sparkling with life. She was about five foot six, slim, and curvaceous in all the right places. High fashion dark blue jeans with white stitching accentuated her long legs and a matching jacket loosely covered her white blouse. Everything about her appeared stylish but not overdone. Her soft hair fell around her face in loose curls, and when she smiled, her face sprang to life. Rick saw her as a wholesome, sweet person. It was a good beginning. The best kind.

As further announcements were broadcasted, a flight attendant checked to make sure all seatbelts were properly fastened, tray tables in place, and electronic devices shut down.

One man seated a few rows ahead, to the left of them, was making a loud fuss because he was in the middle of a competitive game of backgammon on the internet. He argued the plane was not even taxiing yet, so there was no reason for him to stop.

A burly looking steward came forward, leaned over, and whispered something to the irate man. That ended the disruption, and Elena and Rick watched as the passenger resolutely shut down his BlackBerry, placed it in the pocket in front of him, and slumped in his seat with an audible groan. Rick and Elena looked at each other and grinned. She rolled her eyes and placed her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Flight crew prepare for departure,” was announced over the speakers as the plane taxied to the runway, braking momentarily with a squealing noise, until it made a gradual turn to the takeoff position and stopped. After a few minutes, the engines revved loudly, the flaps were lowered, and the plane shook nervously, as if it were trying to get up the courage to perform its dauntless task. Suddenly, a loud, dramatic burst of force pushed Rick and Elena back into their seats as the plane took off into the night.

It wasn’t long before they reached cruising altitude. The loudspeakers blared again.

“Ladies and gentleman, the captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. You are now free to move around the cabin.”

A baby in the aisle across from them began to scream hysterically. The Indian mother put the baby over her shoulder and gently patted and rubbed the baby’s back. The woman sitting next to her was a middle-aged American. She looked up from her weighty book with her thick reading glasses perched on her thin nose. She appeared to be disturbed while the mother made the usual, but unsuccessful attempts to soothe her baby’s cries.

“Oh, I feel so sorry for that baby and the mother,” Elena said, her lips turned down in a frown. “It’s not easy for her.”

“I feel the same way. I wonder what the bookworm sitting next to her is thinking. She must be irritated. If her plan was to sit quietly, she might be in for a surprise. Life does have those unexpected interruptions.”

“Yes, that is an uncomfortable situation. You never know what might unfold when you sit next to a stranger on a plane.” Elena pointed at Rick and smiled.

The baby quieted down somewhat, worn out from crying. Its little body heaved as it took deep breaths and uttered brief sobs, finally falling asleep in its mother’s arms. The bookworm gave a quick smile to the Indian mother and continued reading.

The flight attendant took drink orders, and both Rick and Elena ordered red wine

Rick turned toward Elena. “Why India?”

“It’s simple. There are friends I want to see in Mumbai, and I love everything about India—the people, the food, the scenery, everything,” she explained wistfully.

“I don’t want this to come as a shock to you, but this plane is going to Delhi.”

Elena laughed, snapped her fingers in the air, and shook her head. “Why didn’t I know that?” She chuckled again, showing her perfect teeth, and added, “I have friends in Delhi and Jaipur as well.”

“You’ve been to India before? Why this love affair with India?”

She turned to him, beaming. “I’ve been to India many times. It’s a magical place. Just stepping out onto the hot pavement in the morning into a place with people wall-to-wall brings me to a world of the unexpected. Each day becomes a new adventure. I never know what will happen, who I will meet, or what I will do.” Her voice softened and she leaned her head back. “The last time I was in Delhi, a seventeen-year-old high school student named Pia stopped me and asked if I would answer some questions as part of her class assignment to interview foreigners.”

Rick’s eyes widened. “Nice. What did she ask?”

“Well, some expected things, naturally, such as ‘Why India?’ and where I’m from and so on. I dazzled her with the little Hindi I knew. She thought it was an amazing accomplishment. I barely said anything in Hindi, really. She didn’t know that those few words were my entire Hindi vocabulary.

“I listened to her questions as she read them off her assignment sheet and watched her put my answers down on a clipboard, but it was her last question that intrigued me the most.”

“Which was?”

“She asked if I would ever consider an Indian as my life partner. I answered ‘yes.’ There would be no question about it, if the situation presented itself and we loved each other. A difference in culture would never stand in my way.

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