Crimson !
It was a strange sky, crimson, bold and questioning the drizzle that just passed by. The rustic smell of earth was still ripe in the air but the crimson hues of sky seemed to play with her senses. No matter how much she loved the petrichor, it always vehemently brought back a not so lovely memory. Today of all the days, she did not want to remember what happened that day but the crimson sky threw it boldly in front of her eyes. “I'm making Raman’s favorite dish today”, Sia told the cook and dismissed her from the kitchen. Raman was coming back home after 3 months from his sailing assignment. Sia touched her lower abdomen and whispered to herself, “We’ll meet papa today”. She had not informed anyone about her pregnancy and wanted it to be a surprise for entire family including Raman. She heard some noises downstairs but thought it was out of excitement as Raman was coming today or maybe he already is home. She thought and quickly completed her chores to run downstairs. The n...
