| '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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Song - O Rangrez | Bhaag Milkha Bhaag |
Word Count - 2049
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06 | Rahul, Who?
"Wait! No! No, those aren't for you." She rushed from behind the kitchen counter with a spatula in her right hand.
"Why?" The sudden interruption caused him to look up in surprise.
"Those aloo parathas are for Anni. They don't contain any chilies or spice mix, just salt and mashed potatoes." She reasoned, "I am making yours now. They'll be done in a minute. Just read your newspaper until that time and keep his parathas back in casserole. He likes them lukewarm."
"Inu! He is just a child—lukewarm parathas? really?!"
"Haan toh? Mera beta hai!" Taking a round about around the slab edge, she flipped the crisp, looking stuffed flatbread on the Indian style fry pan and said, "Usse khaana jaisa pasand hai, woh waise hi khayega!"
(Translation: So what? He is my son! (He will eat his food the way he likes.)
Standing up, he picked his plate up from the table and made his way towards the open-style kitchen. He walked past the bar stools arranged in front of the countertop to the slab attached to the other side of the kitchen wall. Keeping the plate aside, he plopped himself up on the white marble kitchen slab.
