| 'Time' Series: Book One |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her.
Her newly wedded husband, the...
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Word Count : 2600
Audio Theme - Umutsuz Ask | Yali Capkini |
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04 | You Are My Constant.
"ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma... mamma!" The toddler blabbered continuously while clapping his hands.
"Bolo, mamma is here." Saying so, she put a morsel of chapati with dal in his mouth.
"You don't like peas?" She saw him separating the peas from the matar tofu gravy with the spoon from her peripheral vision.
"No." He smiled sheepishly.
"Give me your plate," she said.
"Huh?" Confusion spread across his face in a second.
"Give me your plate, Mr. Dogra."
"Alright." He forwarded his plate towards her.
She gently lifted Anirudh from her lap and made him sit on the table, just next to her plate, which was still untouched.
He saw her separating all the tofu pieces from her matar tofu bowl and transferring them to his bowl, then she transferred all the peas he had separated earlier into her own bowl. Now, her bowl contained only peas and gravy, while his bowl had tofu and gravy.
She then forwarded it back to him, a weird combination of confusion and amusement visible on his facial features.
"You don't like peas; I don't like tofu, so this seemed more reasonable." She shrugged her shoulders.
