Ananya’s mother said, ‘It is not that we don’t like you. But our communities....’
Mom, c’mon,’ Ananya interrupted her.
Ananya’s mother took a minute to respond. ‘I know he will take care of you.
But will Krish’s parents treat my daughter with respect?’
‘We’ll work on that, too,’ I said, aware another challenge awaited me in Delhi.
“If they do, then?’
‘Then it is a yes form me,’ Ananya’s mother said.
‘Yay!’ Ananya cheered. Aunty took her ring and Ananya planted a kiss on her
mother’s forehead.
‘Akka, you haven’t picked yours,’ Manju said as the mother-daughter affection
continued. When they separated, both had tears in their eyes.
‘Oh, of course, where is it?’ Ananya picked up her ring.
I came back to my seat.
‘Sir, did you enjoy your meal?’ the waiter said as he cleared the plates.
‘You bet I did,’ I said, tipping him more than the bill that night.
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