Sleeping on the couch, I woke up in the morning with the honk of the vehicles. This is frequent for Shreya and me. I remember walking away from Shreya the other night, getting upset with her for bringing up the topic of a baby. I don’t want any more fights or arguments. We have had enough of them on this topic. Not anymore!
We have become strangers in the same house. I sleep at my own sweet time and get up at my convenience. At times, I get cooked food, and rest of the times, I survive on the ready-to-eat food packets. On the other hand, Shreya comes home like a boarder to freshen up, change and leave again. Her timings are not fixed. Due to Covid, her duty timings have increased many times to eighteen hours. We barely communicate. Our life has become monotonous. We have tried to resolve
