People think second marriage is a fresh start only, but sometimes you just rush into the next pot because the stove feels too empty. Lost my wife to fever, and in that quiet house, I married the first aunty who said my biryani was like her mother’s. Now I have a new wife, but my old sadness sits between us like a third person at the table—different spice, same old burn.
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