Ties that remain - Fiction -The Balcony Series
image ChatGPT The balcony, Gayatri realised, with its perfect, paradisiacal view, was something one could never tire of. She poured the rice she had prepared into the small plastic pots that had now taken up a permanent place on her balcony. They were old Tupperware boxes that she had decided to repurpose for what had become a daily habit. The pots sat neatly on the balcony tiles, arranged in a row, waiting to be filled. Between 8 am and 9 am every morning, even before preparing her own breakfast, Gayatri followed the same routine. She had been doing this for about a year, ever since her life had changed. After Rati's death, she had splurged on banana leaves to place the rice on for the first week or so. However, she soon realised that this was an expensive way of staying connected to her loved ones. Plastic pots seemed to work better and were much cheaper. These were her beliefs, and acting on them helped her get through the increasingly long, unending days. They had been six ...
