The Art of Living In
The apartment was in the same condition as they had left it in on the morning of the 7 th of December. The lights were on. The ceramic dinner plates with dried and crusted layers of leftover food lay unwashed in the steel sink. The door to the balcony was open. Aneesh would have scolded her for leaving the door open, for not washing the dishes on time. He would have complained about how high the electricity bill was because Kaavya was not in the habit of turning the lights and music system off. It was almost second nature to think of what Aneesh was going to say at any step. Without him she was unsure of what to do next. Their office cum living area was in an untouched mess. The blue and gray cushions were scattered all over the place. The coffee table was placed aside to make space for the paraphernalia of their work equipment and tools. There were paper cut outs, yarns of different types of materials, sewing machines, crayons and sketch pens, magazines, power cords, scissors, gadget...