‘What do your parents do?’ I said.
A boy should make more interesting conversation with a girl. But a
loser like me had little experience or finesse in this regard.
‘Family business. Real estate and infrastructure.’
‘You are rich, right?’ I said. Idiot Madhav. Couldn’t think of
anything better.
She laughed at my direct question. ‘Rich in money, or rich in
mind? Two different things.’
‘Huh? Rich, like wealthy?'
'Unfortunately, yes.’
'What’s unfortunate? Everyone wants to be rich.’
'Yeah, I guess. It just embarrasses me. Plus, all the obsession with
money and how it defines you, I just don’t get it.’
I realized she and I came from different worlds. Perhaps it was a
futile battle to pursue her. Logically, practically and rationally, it made
no sense.
'Can I try your mince?’ she sa