Dec 10, 2022
The young writer tucked herself into bed that night with a heaviness in her heart. Her companion had once more left her bereft of the soothing sleepy voice she had gotten used to hearing before bed. This was becoming a habit. Every night she would wait for her saathi who would feed her empty promises daily of their nightly ritual being safe and intact, only to have her hopes dashed by unread messages and calls left unanswered. Enough was enough. Her companion would have to fix this. Tonight. Today. Now.