“What’s for dinner?”
A million dollar question, I must say.
Some paneer, a borrowed tomato and some capsicum would enliven the taste buds. I don’t have an option as such; this or a sea of some tasteless pulses, or maybe stone cold, rock solid potatoes, a tablespoon of curd turned sour ages ago with half baked chapatis.
Arghh! Sends shivers down my spine! Can’t a woman deserve good food after day’s work? I stand by the window looking outside, dreaming of the time my college gate re-opens. Wishful thinking never hurt. (Or maybe it does)