PART 1 As the routine would hold, Sudha would wake up at 7am, get freshened up and stand leaning against the window sill with her day’s first cup of coffee. Why day’s first? Because Sudha was a coffee lover... yes a ‘lover’, not an ‘addict’. She always thought the word ‘addict’ added a negative hue to her scared love for coffee. “I’m a loveerrrr...not an addict!” she would mischievously correct Shekhar every time he glared at her filled to brim coffee mugs. Her stretch of the last syllable “errrrr” would inadvertently put a broad smile on Shekhar’s face. Once, after