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lived in London and met many Americans there. I know how these

goras think.’
‘How was London?’ I said, barely able to make out her features in
the dying light.

In classic Riya style, she stayed silent.

‘It’s okay. I won’t ask again. Should we go back?’
She nodded. We reached the pier. The plank to the boat felt even

more precarious in the darkness. She held my arm again. I don’t know
if I imagined it, but it felt tighter than earlier. She seemed a litde more

vulnerable. She came across as a little more, if I dare say the word she
hated, needy.

We sat as far away as possible from the other passengers and the
noisy diesel engine.

‘London was nice in parts,’ she said.
I wanted to ask which parts were nice and which parts weren’t, but

I didn’t. The more you ask, the more she clams up, I thought. I looked

at her. She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. I could read her every
expression, even in the darkness.
‘Would you like to hold my hand?’ I said.

‘Why?’ she said.

‘The boat is moving,’ I said. Lame answer. But how else does one
answer such a stupid question?

‘So?’
‘Nothing,’ I said and looked ahead.The whirr of the engine filled

the awkward silence. Halfway through our journey, temple bells began
to ring in the distance. I felt something near my hand. She placed her

fingers on top of mine. I guess men have an antenna about these
things, too.

I didn’t turn towards her. I knew her. If I made eye contact now,
she would withdraw.

‘I am happier here than in London,’ she said. I hadn’t asked her to
compare the two places.

‘When are you coming home?’ I said, still looking ahead but