Stirring three sugar cubes into her cup of tea, Sarika enjoyed a victory grin. Varun had not seen that smile since her successful bid to become the secretary of the Durga Puja Committee. That was in September. Sarika’s triumphant smile was back two months later.
‘They have elected you secretary for next year too,’ Varun said. ‘Haven’t they?’
‘Secretary of what?’ Sarika looked blank.
He rolled his eyes. ‘The Durga Puja Committee, of course.’ ‘What? Who wants to be a secretary of the Puja Committee? Not me.’
Varun looked up from the newspaper. This was serious business.
Sarika was not running for office. ‘What? You do not want to be secretary?’
She sipped her tea and realised it was too sweet. Through her grimace, she sighed, ‘Okay, you need to get a hearing aid. Puja Committee does no
