Right before Harish comes home at 1 for lunch, I pleasure myself in the store room and call out my ex’s name.
It’s been 25 years since my wedding day.
And 3 since He ended it.
Must be off now, I can smell the food burning.
Harish likes his sambar hot and his rice sticky.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
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