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Ira was glad, her four thousand-rupee salary welcomed it with open arms. Most of her salary she handed over to her mother anyway, who gave it to her father to deposit in Ira’s bank account.
No salary accounts in 1996?
Her parents, like many of their generation, were good at a different kind of analysis. All Shobha and Shankar Kamat needed was a name to glean intricate insight from.
‘This wretched city was your home. I thought you loved it.’ Loved it, not me. How easy it was to talk about cities. First-rate people talked about ideas, only the third-rate talked about people.
His money might be new but it did not have to scream for attention like new money was wont to. He only wanted it to introduce itself with a firm handshake.
The suburbs start only at Mahim,’ her mother reasoned with her.
OUTRAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
