Miles away from her home, she fondly dreamt of her nani's rajma chawal.
"Famished", she thought to herself.
Reality check. Had to make-do with the rajma chawal she will have to whip up after a long day at work.
"Probably just peckish", she sighed to herself.
Her phone buzzed. 'Get home for dinner', her father ordered. Saturday, she remembered. Thought of the dreadful rajma chawal her step mother makes.
"No appetite at all", she confirmed to herself.
To her, hunger was nothing but a mere emotion.
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