2 States The Story Of My Marriage

‘What is she wearing?’ Ananya said. Our whole table heard and sniggered.
‘It is a little provocative, I admit,’ I said.
‘Her cleavage is so big, she can use it to hold the mike. Hands-free,’ Ananya
whispered to me.
‘Shut up, Ananya,’ I said, suppressing a smile.
‘We have three talented singers tonight,’ Smitha said. My heart beat fast. ‘We
are all, of course, waiting for the maestros. But the first singer is the new, very
talented, Radha. Please welcome her on stage.’
The crowd applauded as I craned my neck to see the stage. Ananya’s mother
arrived on stage in the orange sari.
‘It’s mom,’ Manju noticed first as he stood up.