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Siddarth was extremely happy as he had chalked out the perfect plan for Amrutha’s higher studies. The newlyweds had promised each other of their plans for the year. She had the great desire to do her higher studies along with her present job whereas he had started to improve his technical skills for the better opportunities. Together they started dreaming of the better life, the places around the world they had to travel, their dream house and many more things. There was a message for him when he came out of the meeting that evening. Immediately he rushed home she was looking dog tired. He made some hot coffee and sat beside her. That day she had to spend long hours in the lab than usual which had drained her. After having her food she looked better. He assured a good night sleep would help her. The morning was promising she looked fine.   That evening when he returned from the office she was on the couch with her bag beside, it looked although she had collapsed out of tiredness.

Every evening after the office by 6:30 I, Krishna, development officer Esse life insurance, Rajpatna branch visited Shankar Bhat’s home. Shankar Bhat was the clerical staff at Esse life insurance. Shankar bhat was popularly known as Bhatru at Rajpatna. He is been working as the clerical staff in the same branch since 15 years. People admired his selfless service, the smile he carried most importantly his positive vibes. Every evening by the time I reached Bhat’s home, he tells his wife Annapoorna to serve me a cup of coffee and leaves to the sanctum beside their home for the holy rituals. It’s his way of thanking Mother Nature. Sometimes even the local people come there to offer their gratitude. Annapoorna Amma serves me the coffee with utmost love and leaves to the prayer room inside their home I sit there alone with my cup of hot filter coffee in the portico where there are some scented plants filling the atmosphere with pleasant fragrance. Each sip of coffee with my eyes cl

The cold made me to pull up the blanket back. I crawled inside the warm blanket. After sometime when the morning bell rang I tried hard to open my lazy eyes and checked my phone. There was a text blinking “Check online”. The moment I switched on the data, the messages flooded into my phone. The employees had called for the national strike thus the college remained closed that Saturday. I rubbed my eyes, stretched my arms and looked at the big clock presented by my best friends which said it was 5:35. I stepped down the floor and realized how cold it was. I switched on the geyser meanwhile made some hot water for the fresh decoction. Splashing hot water on the face was the real feast. I sat there in front of the little fireplace in a warm chair with a mug of fuming hot frothy coffee. I looked at the clock again.   It was 6:05. I felt sipping hot coffee, recollecting the memories is the best part on this gloomy day of the winter. It was the last Saturday I would spend here in this