𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

74

Breakfast/Dinner
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Absurd!

Neha shook her head in disbelief, unable to fathom that she couldn't recall her favourite or comfort breakfast. When had she last indulged in it? What even was it? The answers eluded her.

Alone in the kitchen, Neha's solitude brought an unexpected realization: she might have spent her life neglecting her own preferences. She has been so ised to eating Siddharth's favourite Dosa, Joseph's favourite Idlis, Vasundhara's favourite pongal until when she decided to prepare her favourite breakfast to comfort herself, she was struck by the inability to remember what it was.

If anyone knew this about her, they'd surely think she had bugs in her brain.

Neha shook her head in disbelief as she poured herself a cup of coffee she had made earlier, and with a plate of toast in hand, she made her way to the living room.

Taking in the surroundings of the house Siddharth had arranged, supposedly under budget, Neha couldn't help but scoff inwardly. It was anything but budget-friendly. In fact, it was a lavish penthouse, far from what she expected. And to top it off, it was conveniently located within walking distance of her university.

As she glanced at her class schedule for the day, a sense of anticipation mixed with uncertainty washed over her. It was her first day to classes, with lectures scheduled until 2 p.m. But what would she do afterwards?

Homework would undoubtedly occupy her time, but what about beyond that? Neha realized she didn't even have a hobby to fill her free hours.

As Neha pondered her situation, a wave of introspection swept over her. How had she managed to navigate through life thus far without truly knowing herself? It was a perplexing realization that left her feeling adrift, like a ship without a compass. While she could confidently answer any question about her family, delving into her own identity left her at a loss.

Sinking into the cushions of the sofa, Neha felt a pang of longing for her family. Despite the chaos and occasional frustration they brought, there was a sense of belonging and purpose that she now craved. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she hugged the cushion tighter, yearning for the familiar comfort of being needed.

Because at home, someone always needed Neha. Joseph needed her to help him with his plants, Vasundhara needed her to help her with her fashion choices, Siddharth needed her to help him talk off his stresses. But now, in this quiet penthouse, there was no one clamoring for her attention, no voices calling out her name.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Neha found herself at a loss. Without the constant demands and responsibilities of her family, she was adrift in a sea of solitude. The absence of purpose weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling untethered and unsure of how to fill the void.

Yet, amidst the ache of homesickness, Neha resolved to stay the course. She was here for herself, determined to carve out her own path, even if it meant channelling a bit of anger towards a certain someone. With a deep breath, she wiped away the tears and squared her shoulders.

Then her mind wondered to a question, will they miss her too?

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Thakalli chutney didnt hit like it usually does as usual, as Siddharth stared at his plate. His fingers drawing patterns on the dosa, Joseph made.

On usual if he came home to know that Neha made thakali chutney and dosa for dinner he would have internally jumped in joy, but he couldn't now.