Rajji mama avoided a bad fall while trying a particularly difficult Bhangra-break
dance fusion step to impress my new relatives. My cousins pushed me and
Ananya together for a close dance. I held Ananya to me as we moved on the
dance floor.
‘Ananya,’ I whispered in her ear.
‘What?’ she said softly.
‘I love you and your father and your mother and your brother and your
relatives,’ I said.
‘I love you and your clan, too,’ she said.
We kissed as Tamils and Punjabis danced around us.
‘So, the self-imposed exile is over now? You said we’ll only do it when we
cross the finish line,’ I said.
‘Is that all you men think about?’ she said.
‘Only for the sake of uniting the nation,’ I said.
nora
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