Neha found herself increasingly attuned to Siddharth's moods. She had become adept at deciphering his unspoken signals, discerning his thoughts just from the rhythm of his breath. Even when his eyes were closed, she could sense the subtle shifts in his breathing pattern, indicating whether he was lost in contemplation or drifting off to sleep.
The following morning, as Neha stood at the stove, flipping pancakes, she couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into Siddharth's features. He approached her silently, his expression betraying the fatigue weighing on him. Without a word, he reached for the spatula, silently indicating his willingness to take over pancake duty. Neha yielded without protest, allowing him to assume control while she busied herself setting the table.
Breakfast unfolded in a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft sizzle of pancakes on the griddle and the gentle patter of rain against the windowpanes. Neha stole occasional glances at Siddharth, noting the telltale dark circles beneath his eyes, evidence of a restless night. Despite the subdued atmosphere and the dreary weather outside, there was a sense of tranquility in their shared space.
Iniki yengayachum veliya poriya?
Siddharth paused, his brow furrowing in thought. The question caught him off guard, as he realized he hadn't given much thought to his plans for the day. His mind had been consumed by other matters, leaving him momentarily at a loss for a response.
Na church'ku poren, adhan nee..?
Neha asked, Siddharth looked up and smiled at her with a sigh,
Hmm, polam
>>>>---- ♥️ ----<<<<
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Siddharth followed Neha into the church, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty space. Midway, Neha came to a halt, casting a quick glance around the deserted interior. A satisfied smile graced her lips before she turned back to Siddharth. His brow furrowed in confusion as Neha reached out and removed his cap and mask without a word. He watched silently as she smiled before gesturing for him to follow her, which he did without protest.
Kneeling together in front of the altar, Neha made the sign of the cross and clasped her hands in prayer, her eyes closed in reverence. Siddharth, however, found his gaze drawn irresistibly to his wife, his thoughts consumed by her presence as they knelt together in the sacred space.
He realized that when Neha cares about someone, they don't even have to tell her that they're okay or not, she just knows. Be it visible or invisible signs, she always finds out. And she doesn't only leave it to that. She would take any means within and beyond her control to make it right for the person. In her own way, with the little things.
