She saw her husband reading the morning newspaper. Sitting on the chair, stretched legs, cigarette between fingers, coffee mug in the same hand...She had seen her father in the same pose for the last 25 yrs. She found her husband lovable….
He saw her in the kitchen. Atta on both hands, wiping her sweat off her forehead with the shoulders, trying to stir the sambar with 2 fingers, tasting the sambar from a spoon…He had seen his mother in the same state for the last 30 yrs. His love for her increased...
