Just read in the papers that France is voted the best place to emigrate, I said to my husband as a conversation opener over breakfast.
Well, the country reminds me of your bitter experience while on our tour of Europe, he frowned.
Yes, it is difficult to erase it from my memory, I agreed. If only my new leather handbag with all the curios I picked up was not lost, I would have proudly exhibited all those in my showcase, I said wistfully.
I don’t think you should feel too sorry because most of these things are made in China, he mocked. I feel you should feel really sorry about your new blue leather handbag you insisted on buying albeit its exorbitant price, he complained.
Yes, I do feel guilty because you paid for it, I said stressing on you.
Forget about it, sometimes some lessons prove costly, he said dismissing the episode.
Now, coming to the subject of emigration, where would you like to settle if given I choice? I asked him.
Emigration doesn’t apply to people like us, it should be only relocation, that too if you are ready for it, he said turning serious.
O.K. mention one place in India where you would like us to relocate, I said with equal seriousness.
Probably in a small town like Machilipatnam, was his prompt reply.
Any particular reason for your choice ? I said.
You know when we were young, the town was called Bunder and even today it is famous for its ‘laddoo’, he said sounding nostalgic.
Is it for the laddoo or the place you wish to settle there? I asked.
Neither. It’s because the former name of the place constantly reminds me of how the ‘mind’ of a woman works and you know who I mean, he quipped.
n.meera raghavendra rao