Eating my breakfast at 8am. The doorbell rings and Kannagi my maid lets herself in with the key I gave her.
We exchange pleasantries and as usual she heads straight into the kitchen, puts down her handbag and her phone, and starts chopping and cooking. Once that’s under way, she starts sweeping the floors while the pressure cooker hisses away.
“The days are going very fast now, brother”, she says.
I agree, and we smile a sad smile at each other.
In 4 weeks I will be leaving Bangalore.
And in January I will be flying to Delhi to start a new job, in a new college, in a new city. Chapter 2.