She thought of him day and night. Every waking second.
She was thinking of how life would be if they were together.
She wondered if she would be working or a home maker.
She made assumptions about having a happy married life.
She visualized how she would be survivng on idly and dosa all day, and those variety rice she disliked the most.
She felt their nights filled with love.
And suddenly, her husband came over,
"Is the tea ready or shall I order one cup from swiggy?"
She answered quietly and rushed to the kitchen.
She felt a shudder of pain. She chose to be without him, and punish herself for the pain she gave him.