She had started to gobble up Varun again. Inviting him with fresh parotta and chicken soup, a delicacy for especially the vegetarian part of our district, he got hooked up in food that I felt lonely.
Having had my share, I slowly moved to the corner and watched.
The drunken relatives were babbling so and so, with passing time. Kids started to smash cakes and other creams on faces and arms, while I tried to stay away from all his commotion by sticking to some corner, which was clean. Finally I had no choice but to go upstairs.
There were only two rooms there. One had the elders to whom I bowed respectfully and walked off, before they started their interrogations on who, what and why I was here.
The other seemed to be an empty one, with few photos on the wall.
It was of Malavika and her
