“You too will marry a boy I choose,” said Mrs. Rupa Mehra firmly to her younger daughter.
Lata avoided the maternal imperative by looking around the great lamp-lit garden of Prem Nivas. The wedding-guests were gathered on the lawn. “Mm,” she said. This annoyed her mother further.
–by Vikram Seth
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