Amma was fiddling with the pallu of her sari. Appa came in and asked,’What happened, no coffee, no breakfast and you are sitting here fiddling with your sari?’
‘Visakha has not called since so many days…’
‘Come on, she is a married woman now, she has responsibilities. She can’t keep calling you every now and then. Now go and make some coffee, you know I don’t function well without your coffee’
‘And what will you do if I die tomorrow,’ she said in anger but still got up and went into the kitchen.
‘Then I will search another like you and get married again,’ Appa said and guffawed.
Amma banged a steel tumbler on the kitchen counter.
Visakha had been born after a complicated pregnancy and an even more complicated delivery. The umbilical cord had been entangled around her neck and had the C-section not been in time, she would…
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