House Husband

It's 12:30 pm. Shobhana calls, "Come we have to make Rotis". He shuts his old laptop and rushes to the kitchen. As Shobhana is kneading the dough, he starts leisure genre from spotify. "It has been a year since I became a house husband", he remembers breathing in the minty flavor of yellow lantil soup. His seven figure job was never as fulfilling as making rotis with mom.

'Work is a medium of self-expression' he reads from his mobile wallpaper on side.

"I am ready to make any sacrifices for living this philosophy" he reaffirms self
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