Ithal
As I wake up alone and cold in my bed, I try this forsakenness to not spoil my mood. I glance up at my phone on the bedside table. The usual notifications from my social media apps along with a few messages from my family w******p group pop up one by one. It is the day of Aunt Nadhiya's housewarming ceremony and the family group is overcrowded with text messages more than normal. It takes me a good fifteen minutes to read through them and reply to each one of them one by one. Aadhi is in the group too but he is as good as non-existent in it.
There is also a call from my dad so, without further delay, I call him back.
"Ithu kutty, good morning!!"
His enthusiasm plants an automatic smile on my face, "Good morning, appa. How are you? How is amma now?"
"We are good. You tell me.
