I stand at my kitchen island, an array of things spread in front of me. I work my way methodically.
It is late at night. Crumpled paavadais dot my bed, the blouses discarded a few paces away. Green and red
It was past 9:00 PM this past Tuesday. K looked weary. I was tired. Are you sure? K asked. For
K and I share our wedding anniversary with fellow blogger UL and her husband. We got married on the exact