I explained with such intensity, Ananya became concerned.
‘Are you OK, baby? I shouldn’t have left you.’
‘I’m fine. I’m glad I had time. I feel better.’
‘I love you,’ she said, brushing floppy hair off my face.
‘I love you, too,’ I said and clasped her hand tight.
Our order arrived, she cut the cake in two pieces and passed my half to me. I
wanted to change the topic. She read my mind.
‘So, tell me about this Citibank event. There is a concert?’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘only for clients though.’
‘Do I get to come?’
‘Of course, I’ll get passes for your family.’
‘Who is performing?’
‘S.P. Balasubramanium, Hariharan and....’ I paused.
‘Wow, those are big names. Who else?’
‘Some new singer.’
‘Cool, I’m sure mom and dad will love to come.’
I nodded. I spoke after a few more sips of coffee. ‘I’ve tried enough, Ananya. I
want to go back.’
I told her about my conversation with my mother about transferring back to
Delhi.
‘What do you mean?’ she said, wiping my milk moustache.
‘I can’t work in Chennai forever. I’ll give it a few more weeks, and then I’ll tell
your parents to take a call on me.’
‘Weeks? What if they say no?’
‘Then we’ll see. I’ve surrendered everything to God anyway.’
‘What?’
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