I’m fine.What does that mean? You know we agreed…Yes, yes I know. It’s not allowed.Let’s start over. How are you doing today?I’m hungry.Good. That’s a good start. Did you skip breakfast?No, I happily wolfed down the cold toast and the water flavoured with Milo.I’m sorry breakfast was unsatisfactory... would you like me to say something to them?No, I could do with losing a couple of pounds anyway.Are you unhappy with the way you look?I wouldn’t know. I have not seen my reflection in weeks. But I tend towards pleasantly filled out anyway. I was once told that my saree blouse-clad arms look like grilled bratwursts trying to escape their casing. It was meant to be a compliment, I think. But I’d really rather not talk about me.But we have to talk about you; how do you feel right now?I’m unhappy that I’m hungry.Are you unhappy about anything else?I’m a little unhappy that I’m here.Why does being here make you unhappy?For a start, the breakfast blows. But I told you that already. More importantly, or perhaps equally as importantly, I don’t know what I’m doing here.Do you remember what you did?You know, his aunt bought that Henckels knife at a garage sale in New Jersey in 1973. She gave it to me as a gift after he unveiled our newly renovated kitchen. Do you remember what you did with the knife?I slid it past his clavicle just at the point of the costal tuberosity, until I found the apical segment of his right lung. The clavicle is the only long bone in the human body to lie horizontal. But you knew that already.You collapsed his lung.He’s a smoker. Was. It could have happened anyway.But in this case, it was caused by a knife you were holding.It’s so important to keep kitchen knives sharp. Most home cooks overlook this simple fact. You wielded the knife that killed your husband. Do you understand what that means?Yes.Why did you do it?I was unhappy.You could have told him. You could have talked to someone. You could have left him.I could have. But I didn’t.Do you miss him?No. But do you know what I really miss? What would that be?Crisp dosas, curry leaf chutney and Bru coffee for breakfast.—————————————-This scene is a work of fiction.