PART THREE, TWO
“I’m through,” Anais said, smiling from a face glistening with a film of perspiration. It was a successful smile, coated with – so it seemed – love. “I think I’ve become hungrier,” I responded with a warm smile. She came and occupied the single couch adjacent to mine. The weather was cool and it brought freshness into the house. She looked at me and I could see happiness radiating from her eyes. She asked me if she should go and buy provisions as the country was observing an Industrial Strike tomorrow. “And you know how life gets paralysed with no transport,” Anais said, “and all shops shut down.” “Oh don’t worry. The local shops of the neighbourhood are always open.” The cottage cheese dish was amazing and I gave her a thumbs up. After the meal she returned from the kitchen wit
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