‘How do you know that?’
‘Because Ananya told me. She also said you’ve trained all your life. And I
believe her.’
She looked at me.
‘Don’t tell me the idea doesn’t excite you. Not even a little?’ I said as we came
back to the living room.
‘of course, it is a huge honour, but I can’t.’
‘Don’t say you can’t. C’mon, we will keep it a surprise. We won’t tell uncle. We
won’t even tell Ananya if you want.
We sat down on the sofa. I noticed the whisky bottle, the level was the same as
I had left it.
‘OK, here is the deal. You give a tentative yes now. You prepare the songs
when Ananya and uncle are not at home. If on the day of the concert, you want to
back out, let me know the night before and I will manage. If not, give it a shot.
Deal?’
‘I will chicken out at the end,’ she promised.
‘I’ll take the chance. Please,’ I said.
She took ten seconds, but she gave a brief nod at the end.
I sprang up the sofa in excitement. ‘Cool, your practice starts now,’ I said and
picked up the remote and put on MTV.
‘What are these songs?’ she said as the screen showed two hundred South
Indian dancers dancing on the Great Wall of China.
‘I’ll let you figure it out. And now, I better go to work,’ I said, ‘The Citi never
sleeps, but the Citi shouldn’t bunk office, too.’
I fist-pumped as I left Ananya’s house.
nora
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