Premila didn’t even look at her. She stood with her feet planted firmly a part and her shoulders rigid, and addressed herself directly to me. “Get up,” she said. “We’re going home.”
Oh my dears, those are much too hard for me. Suppose we give you pretty English names. Wouldn’t that be more jolly?”
Premila is now Pamela and Santha is Cynthia.
All I could think of was that I should ask my mother ifI couldn’t wear a dress to school, too, instead of my Indian clothes.
Premila wants to take western-style food instead of Indian food lunch so that she doesn't get made fun of. Premila is going through cultural assimilation meaning that she is sacrificing part of her own culture in order to integrate into society.
In complete silence we left the school grounds and started to walk home. Then I asked Premila what the matter was. All she would say was “We’re going home for good.”
Santha puts it away happily and symbolic regecting Cynthia.