Three weeks had passed since Aditya's confession, and Bhavani found herself living two completely different lives. The first life unfolded in the physical world of Kozhiyampara village—waking before dawn to prepare Krishnan's breakfast, walking the dusty path to Lakshmi teacher's textile shop, measuring sari lengths and folding cotton dupattas while village women discussed their sons' marriages and their husbands' drinking habits. This life moved with the predictable rhythm of sunrise and sunset, rubber tapping and rice cooking, temple festivals and monsoon prayers.
But the second life—the real life, as she'd begun to think of it—existed in the small rectangle of her phone screen. This life was filled with poetry and possibilities, late-night conversations that stretched past midnight, and the intoxicating feeling of being truly seen by another human being.



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