George Banks stood by the Lazy Market, watching his friend’s banter about Gandhi.
“He thinks he will fast himself to freedom,” laughed Lucas.
They were near Racecourse Road, and it was Ooty’s derby season.
“I’m going to bet on Black Beauty,” said Lucas, hitting George Banks on the shoulder.
“You seem to be off your head,” he purred suspiciously.
“What if?” he stopped.
“What if what?” Lucas asked, still laughing.
“What if they got independence?” And he finally said.
“What about it?” Lucas looked around. “We’re all going back. Find a girl, marry — that’s it.”
“No, I mean…” George stumbled.
“Oh, spit it out, George.” Lucas looked agitated.
“What if I don’t want to go back?”
“I don’t fancy that you ever will,” Lucas said now. But they really didn’t know what he was talking about.
That evening, he met Priya near Assembly Rooms and gave her a ring.
“This is for you,” he said, looking into her brownish eyes. “I won’t leave you,” he promised.
Then Independence Day came, and all his friends went off in their spaceships. But George came back and found her, as the ring was a way to locate her. And he married her and stayed with her.
Of course, he had to make some alterations to his antenna and his blue skin, but he could give up anything for love.
They were the first Galactic- Indians.