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all meaningful with women.
    She sat up and wore her top. She stepped off the bed to wear the rest of her
    clothes. Despite the serious mood, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful
    women looked when they change. ‘I’m going to my room. Enjoy your nap,’ she
    said.
    ‘Hey,’ I extended my arm and stopped her. ‘What’s up? I am talking, no?’
    ‘But like a dork. We could be in different cities in four weeks. It will never be like this again.’
    ‘What do you mean never?’ I said, my mouth open.
    ‘Wear your clothes first. I want to have a serious discussion.’
    She kept quiet until I finished dressing. We sat across, cross-legged on the
    bed.
    ‘Here is the deal,’ I said, collecting my thoughts. ‘You are the career focused one, I am doing it for the money. So, I will try to get a job in the same city as you.
    But the issue is, we don’t know which city you will be in. So how can I do
    anything about it now?’
    ‘And what will you do next week? We are all going to get placed around the
    same time. You can’t wait for me to get a job.’
    ‘So let fate play out,’ I said.
    ‘And what about our future? Or sorry, I should ask, is there a future?’
    ‘I can’t really talk about that now,’ I said.

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    ‘Oh really, can you give me a time in the future when we can talk about the
    future?’
    I kept quiet.
    ‘Forget it, I’m leaving,’ she said and made for the door.
    ‘I need time to think,’ I said.
    ‘Two years are not enough?’
    I kept quiet.
    ‘You know it baffles me,’ Ananya said, ‘how you men need so much time to
    think about commitment, but how you need no time at all to decide when you
    have to sleep with the girl.’
    ‘Ananya,’ I began only to hear the door slam shut.

    ‘You’ll be fine,’ she told me for the fifth time. We took a four-kilometre walk
    outside campus to reach Navrangpura. I wanted to be as far from the madness as
    possible. Day Zero, or the first day of placement, had ended and I hadn’t got a
    job.
    ‘I thought with my grades I will crack Day Zero,’ I said.
    ‘Who cares? There’re six more days left for placements,’ she said.
    We stopped at a roadside vendor for pao-bhaji. She ordered two plates with
    less butter. ‘You will be fine. See, marketing companies don’t even start until
    tomorrow. I have my big HLL interview. I’m not stressed.’
    ‘You’ll get in. I can’t think of a single company who can say no to you,’ I said.
    She looked at me and smiled. ‘You do realize that not everyone is in love with
    me.’

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    ‘You have good grades and a passion for marketing. You are so HLL, I can see
    it on your face.’
    ‘You have two more banks tomorrow.’
    ‘I want Citibank,’ I said. ‘I should have better answers than “I like the money”. I need to lie better in interviews.’
    The waiter served us. She broke a piece of the pao and fed me. ‘But that’s the
    only reason why anyone would work in a bank, right?’
    ‘Yes, but the interviewers like to believe they are doing something meaningful.
    Like they work for the Mother Teresa Foundation or something.’
    ‘Well you should say this – I want Citibank as I want Indians to have access to world-class financial services. And use words like “enormous growths” and
    “strategic potential”,’ she said.
    ‘I have to say all that without throwing up?’
    ‘And remember, the Citi never sleeps. So say you will work hard,’ she said.
    ‘I can’t lie that much,’ I said.
    She laughed as she wiped a bit of bhaji off the corner of my mouth. I thought
    how lucky I was to have her. She could be running HLL in a few years, but today
    her priority was to wipe bhaji off my stupid face. Guilt knotted within me. She
    deserved an answer about the future. Do it, loser, I told myself. Do it now. Even if it is a makeshift pao bhaji stall in Navrangpura. I gathered the courage to sopeak.
    ‘What? You want to say something?’
    ‘Do you