Coffee Break
…Ring… Ring…
“Hello…”
“Hello, Amma. How are you?”
“I’m good. Just completed Anupama’s episode, and you… had lunch?”
“…Ah…yes. Yes”
“What did you have?”
“The usual rice-sambar!” I replied in the most believable way.
“… Actually, I have some work. I will call you later, Amma.”
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“Okay, okay. Take care.”
…
The call ended with a beep.
I sat alone at the cafeteria, staring at Amma’s photo on my phone for a while before shifting my gaze to the cafeteria menu board:
The bland watery coffee.
Pasta bathed in oil.
And sandwiches were the top-rated dishes.
Behind me, an empty table had a used plate with tiny strings of Maggi attached.
A notification on my phone highlighted an email from my manager, gently reminding me of the priority task. I rushed back to my desk and logged in.
Clicks and typing sounds echoed through the office until a low grumble from my stomach disturbed my work…
