It's the most difficult time of the day...
The Lunch Hour.
She remembers sitting by his side...
At his office...
In the conference room...
Sharing his lunch...
They would eat in a comfortable silence...
With her polishing off ...
The homemade pickle always.
The love and care with which he would break off...
Extra pieces of bread(roti) ...
And place on her plate...
Sacrificing his food for her...
Her insatiable hunger for home cooked food.
She would help him finish...
His fruits...
Those small moments were big moments...
She lives in those moments...
She seems to be lost ...
Completely a goner ...
She knows not what she's doing today ...
She lives in those moments...
That defined ...
Moments that cemented ...
Her feelings for him.
The Lunch Hour was one such moment.
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