30-06-2025, 05:37 PM
Sunday Lunch – Beneath the Surface
When Abhi stepped into Flat 202, it was like walking into a dream from the night before.
Madhavi was wearing a soft green cotton saree
Her hair loosely braided, gold studs glinting in her ears.
She looked fresh, rested, untouched by guilt.
And yet, her eyes locked with his for a fraction too long when he entered.
“Hey,” she said quietly, folding her hands before turning toward the kitchen.
Sandeep greeted him with cheerful ease.
“There he is! Come in, man! We’re just about to sit.”
The table was already set
Steel tumblers, polished spoons, fragrant curry in clay pots, and steaming rice.
Abhi took the seat opposite Madhavi.
Sandeep sat to Abhi’s left, in between them.
A buffer, and yet not enough of one.
The meal began with laughter and anecdotes, mostly Sandeep’s.
He talked about office,
Shared silly stories about a colleague's Goa plans, and dropped jokes in between bites.
But beneath the table, something else unfolded.
At first, Abhi’s knee bumped Madhavi’s lightly, an accident.
She flinched slightly, but didn’t look up.
Just reached for the rasam.
Then, a minute later, he did it again.
When Abhi stepped into Flat 202, it was like walking into a dream from the night before.
Madhavi was wearing a soft green cotton saree
Her hair loosely braided, gold studs glinting in her ears.
She looked fresh, rested, untouched by guilt.
And yet, her eyes locked with his for a fraction too long when he entered.
“Hey,” she said quietly, folding her hands before turning toward the kitchen.
Sandeep greeted him with cheerful ease.
“There he is! Come in, man! We’re just about to sit.”
The table was already set
Steel tumblers, polished spoons, fragrant curry in clay pots, and steaming rice.
Abhi took the seat opposite Madhavi.
Sandeep sat to Abhi’s left, in between them.
A buffer, and yet not enough of one.
The meal began with laughter and anecdotes, mostly Sandeep’s.
He talked about office,
Shared silly stories about a colleague's Goa plans, and dropped jokes in between bites.
But beneath the table, something else unfolded.
At first, Abhi’s knee bumped Madhavi’s lightly, an accident.
She flinched slightly, but didn’t look up.
Just reached for the rasam.
Then, a minute later, he did it again.
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