My sister came to Kolkata and helped me buy a fridge. It was a long and detailed exploration, comparing brands, sizes and prices at various places. We wandered around, visiting shop after shop before we finally decided what would suit me and made the purchase. We spoke to my parents that night, relieved.
“What brand did you buy?” asked my mother.
I told her. I don’t remember any more.
“How much was it?”
“Do you need a stabilizer for it?”
“No, it has an inbuilt one.”
“How long is its guarantee?”
“Where did you buy it?”
“Sarat Bose Road – also called Lansdowne Road.”
“Did they deliver it home?”
“Yes, I’ve started using it already!”
The next morning, my mother called my grandmother and said, happily, “Varsha bought a new fridge!”
“Oh!” said my grandmother, excited. “What colour?”
“Hmm.” The one question my mother never thought of asking.