He used to watch them everyday, while the mother walked the daughter to school. He effortlessly ignored the customers in his shop, and drowned in a sea of what ifs and maybes while capturing every detail about and around her, to rerun it in his mind till the next time he saw her. His heart would flutter when the wind blew her hair, and he’d feel the world shining in a bright white light when she smiled. Every night, he’d imagine the feel of her warm and ripe body against his.

He lusted after the daughter.

Hence, married the mother.

- Chitra Pachouri