
“We told nobody for a week. It was the best week.”
— Priya
Seven years, and a question asked badly.
2019
A queue for bad coffee
Same office block, same terrible ground-floor espresso, eleven minutes of queue every morning. It took four months before either of us said anything beyond a nod.
2023
One apartment, two opinions
We moved in together and discovered we agree on everything except lighting, which we have now argued about for three years and counting. The overhead light stays off.
2026
A Tuesday, of all days
No view, no photographer, no plan. Just a question in the kitchen at half past nine on a weeknight, and an answer before it was finished.
