She was agonized over it. But the mattress alone on the bed stood out, looking artificial and ugly. Konsu could take it up as the main topic.
What if she stopped running the washer now?
That would make things messier. The function of the dryer had its limits.
What did she need to do right now?
She badly needed the covers right away.
She put
on sleepers and called a taxi that would take her to a big supermarket.
After she arrived there, she walked straight up to the blanket section.
Grey covers with a modern touch?
Or white covers in hotel rooms that could make her main bedroom neat?
But she couldn't turn her steps before the covers in explicit Indian pink.
If there was a universal language 'I love you', that would be pink color.