‘Congratulations sir…,’ grinned the reporter seated in the front row and added, ‘finally we can call her Mrs Avni Rishav Basu.’
‘Why,’ I furrowed my brow.
The reporters stole glances at each other, ‘she’s now your wife, sir.’
I nodded approval, then asked, ‘how would you feel if one day, all of a sudden, your individuality is snatched away?’
They were stupefied, silence filled the room.
‘Well, you’re trying to do the same…,’ I continued, ‘…why not ask her what she would like to be called?’
Written by Chirasree Bose