23-07-2025, 06:58 PM
Tuesday Morning – The Kitchen Pact
The window above the kitchen sink was half open
Letting in the scent of wet leaves from the overnight rain.
Meghana stood near the stove, tying her damp hair into a bun.
A quiet Sunday stretched ahead.
Varnika came out of her room, already dressed in a crisp beige tee and cotton shorts,
Her face bare but alert.
They looked at each other.
No tension. Just clarity.
“I know everything,” Varnika said simply.
Meghana didn’t flinch. “I thought you might.”
Varnika walked past her
Opened the cabinet, pulled down two mugs.
She poured water into the kettle without breaking eye contact.
There was a strange, quiet elegance in the way the two women spoke.
No bitterness. No guilt.
“You didn’t hide it,” Varnika said.
“I didn’t want to.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then Varnika let out a small breath and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
“Do you… love him?”
Meghana was still.
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The window above the kitchen sink was half open
Letting in the scent of wet leaves from the overnight rain.
Meghana stood near the stove, tying her damp hair into a bun.
A quiet Sunday stretched ahead.
Varnika came out of her room, already dressed in a crisp beige tee and cotton shorts,
Her face bare but alert.
They looked at each other.
No tension. Just clarity.
“I know everything,” Varnika said simply.
Meghana didn’t flinch. “I thought you might.”
Varnika walked past her
Opened the cabinet, pulled down two mugs.
She poured water into the kettle without breaking eye contact.
There was a strange, quiet elegance in the way the two women spoke.
No bitterness. No guilt.
“You didn’t hide it,” Varnika said.
“I didn’t want to.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then Varnika let out a small breath and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
“Do you… love him?”
Meghana was still.
- o -
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