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“I love chocolates”, she sounded a little garbled with her mouth filled with generous bites of the dark brown slab. Her pearly white teeth were now smudged with the colour of the slightly softened bar. But she seemed not to mind. I scanned her face for that morsel of remorse which I thought she must be trying very hard to disguise. But to my disappointment she acted so normal, a little child-like perhaps, yet definitely ecstatic biting ravenously and almost vengefully into the thick, long piece of chocolate, now almost halved in size.
Of late, Sandhya would appear pale and thin. A scar here and a bruise there would be the telltale marks which disclosed much that she frantically tried to camouflage behind wan smiles, vacant eyes and colourless contours. But she fought valiantly not against her husband but against fate.
She was good at sewing and crafting and took up a part time job in a nearby school as Arts & Crafts Teacher. It was a temporary job but every penny that could be scraped in was welcome. Chandar had inherited the flat from his parents. So one worry was less – nobody could snatch away the roof on their heads. Yet, it was getting increasingly difficult to maintain the flat and pay the bills and taxes.
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