Food comforts
They had come to the country on temporary visas. But they both wanted to stay permanently. So when the government decided to make it tough for immigrants to settle down, they silently made their plans. They would become more British. She gradually stopped wearing salwar kameez. It was only trouser suits from now on. He would call his friends 'mates' and say 'cheers' instead of a 'thank you'.
They even stopped talking to the kids in their native tongue. They understood English better, they reasoned. Soon they were being invited to pub lunches and barbeques. Eventually, they applied for citizenship, took the nationality test and sang 'God save the Queen'. But some days they would eat curd rice and pickle with their hands. And no one mentioned it.
4 comments:
hey, i love this quickie! like "Wham Bham, thank you Ma'am!"
cheers!
You know there's a ruder version of that expression. But I shouldn't corrupt young minds. So...
there is nothing wrong in this...
citizenship for their kids
curd rice for their culture...!
btw, r u a british citizen?!
Read this story the first time a couple of months ago, and I loved it just as much the second time round :)
Your quick tales are a fantastic piece of work :) You should write a book or something.
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