Chapter 23At last, when all the summer shim.
That warmed life’s early hours is past,
your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
— ‘At least’ -Elizabeth Akers Aleen
‘What are you doing, Abhi?’ Priyam called from the stairs. She had heard him fumbling in the kitchen and had rushed down to find out why.
‘Nothing. Just preparing breakfast,’ he replied, taking out a couple of eggs from the refrigerator and putting them gently down on the platform.
‘But why? I was just coming. Do you have to go anywhere early?’
‘No, I just thought…anyways, I’ll have to do it all after two days. So I thought…’ The slight catch in his voice did not escape Priyam even though Abhi had kept his face turned away from her. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, almost succeeding in steadying his vo
