The Windfall

by Diksha Basu

“You’ve done nothing but complain the whole time we’ve been here,” Rupak said. “What do you want? Do you want everyone here to donate all their money and never travel again and never enjoy themselves? There are people a lot poorer than you and I don’t see you giving up your life in America and moving into a slum. Is your life the exact boundary of what’s acceptable? Anything more becomes crass, but you having a two hundred rupee cup of coffee at Khan Market is fine? I bet someone who couldn’t afford that could also be pretty quick to pretend to look down on it.”