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“Sneha! This is Vijaya, our estate manager’s wife”
Sneha barely glanced up to acknowledge the greeting. The warm smile of recognition died on Vijaya’s lips. Was this the same girl who shared a room with her at college? The poor girl whose fees she had paid, whose books she had bought and whose wardrobe she had purchased? The one who was so willing to do any job for her? This woman bedecked in golden finery was scarcely recognizable as the poor yet lovely girl at college.
“Rama! I do not agree that it is luck that makes us what we are. It takes intelligence to keep what luck has given us.”
“How do you say that?”
“Well…there was this girl at college with me – Lakshmi! Born of rich parents and could have lived a life of luxury. She was fool enough to love a middle class botany student and marry him against her parent’s wishes. They disowned her and she is now probably eking out a miserable life somewhere”
She had not changed all that much from college – bar a few wrinkles on her face. The night was dark but the place was festooned with party lights and, so, it must not be too difficult to see her face. How could Sneha not recognize her – Vijayalakshmi – while she talked so disparagingly about her?
“Don’t you know what your friend is doing now?”
“No! After I married Rajiv and we went for our honeymoon to
we lost touch. Anyway, she would only be embarrassed to meet me now”, said
Sneha smugly patting her silk sari and adjusting the diamond necklace around
Vijaya was embarrassed. How could she have invested so much emotion in this woman who could not even think of the possibility of happiness without a Ferrari in the garage? How blind she had been when she held affection for someone who seemed to dole out her love and attention in proportion to the recipient’s bank balance?
Vijaya took leave of the duo. It was better to pass each other as strangers in the night.