There was a time in my life when it wouldn't even occur to me to stop and ask. I was on automatic. All I could remember were three moments:
1. Darshana leaving work
2. Walking in the house and spotting Mr. Cereal on top of the fridge.
3. Sitting at my kitchen table with an empty box of Mr. Cereal.
What happened in between? Good question.
Vaguely I remember the feelings of joy as I would walk home from the subway. Why? I was soon to be in the embrace of Mr. Cereal. Mr. Cereal was dependable and always there fore me. What an awesome relationship!
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