Rama felt her shoulders relax. She knew Bipin wasn’t a caste brother. She didn’t know how Srinivas viewed the situation until now. If she could share food with Bipin, perhaps other social occasions could also be shared. Rama picked up a roti and scooped curry into her bowl.
“Rama, can you hear us?” Srinivas asked.
“What? Did you say something?”
“Bipin invited us to join him for a walk in the botanical garden tomorrow. Would you like to go?”
Rama mentally hugged herself. “More than anything,” she said, ignoring her brother’s bemused expression.
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