Couples like them, they don’t go on
honeymoons. They go on breaks.
They were to visit a few foreign lands,
not tasteless islands, or Dubai. But
countries (like Cambodia, Vietnam).
Their taste was to be reflected in the
simplicity of their home. No garish
replicas of the Eiffel Tower. Or mugs
with red hearts. Instead, there would
be, in one quite corner, a carelessly
strewn rug. (Maybe from say Peru?).
Taste and class must be effortless.
But effortlessness is expensive. Very.
So given the shrinking economy, and
soaring air fares, they opted instead
for the most obscure town in the hills.
They got married anyway. Claimed
that they preferred discovering India.
(Why go to a foreign country, when
it’s all here?)
Such is the lie that comes out of
Love, in the midst of a Credit Crunch.