‘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
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That would be refreshing!
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Yes 😊😊 right
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Different one…liked it…
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Thank you 😊
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Always welcome
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Inspirational!!
It takes years to etch an identity, why force someone to end it as a condition to enter into and maintain a relationship.
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True😐😐
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Great answer. I ask people to call me shalini and they add prefix or postfix and I spend 4 comments Correcting them
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😊😊 thank you so much
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