Pankajam switched off the gas, and leant over to smell the tomato rasam she had just made. Satisfied, she covered the vessel with a plate. Rice, rasam and cabbage curry were ready for dinner.
A glance at the clock showed her that it was 7 PM. An hour to go before Murthy came home.
She pulled out Love In The Time Of Cholera from under her pillow, and settled down to read from where she had left off the day before.
Books bought with money ferreted away from the housekeeping allowance was her one secret indulgence. Murthy should never know.