Not for everyone
On the aerobridge, Priya walked a few paces ahead of Param. He quickened, but two girls brushed past him to get closer to Priya. When a few more ladies whispered and pointed at Priya’s bag, Param smirked. He’d offered to keep her bag in the overhead bin. She had refused, carefully placing it under her seat. The plane taxied, and the air hostess was demonstrating the flight safety instructions. Param’s screen flickered, his face awash in blue as his fingers tapped through menus. He huffed, pulled off the headphones, and looked around. Every seat had the same glow. He stole a glance at Priya, absorbed in her crossword. He nudged the armrest. “Hmm?” she said, not looking up. “What’s the point of carrying your purse in a sack?” Priya chuckled, “If you know, you know.” Param curled his lip, “Kindly enlighten the uninitiated.” She waited for the drinks trolley to pass. “These bags hold value.” Param scowled, “Keep it in the bank locker like gold.” “That’s what the dust bag’s for.“ Param sneered. “Why buy if you can’t flaunt?” She looked at him, then took a sip. “I do. At the right places.”
“I do. At the right places."
