The Traveller's astrology
It was 3 PM. Ayyira had just finished her morning shift. She walked into the hall where Ram worked, dropped herself onto the couch, stretched her legs out, leaned back, and rested her hand on her head. The kind of tiredness that did not need words Ram, sensing her mood, rolled his chair over. “Tough day, huh?” he asked. “Don’t even ask,” she sighed. “Every time I take a leave, work piles up like a hill of burning files waiting for me.” Ram offered a gentle smile. “Understood. Coffee?” “Yes, please,” she replied softly. “Love you.” He quickly returned with a cup and sat beside her. Ayyira leaned into him, slowly sipping the coffee. “Tell me,” she asked, “are you feeling the same pressure since we got back from Thailand last week?” “Hmmm, yeah,” Ram conceded. “But it is what it is.” Ayyira paused, then spoke quietly, “We shouldn’t have gone on that trip. Everything went wrong, exactly as my astrology predicted.” Ram looked directly into her eyes. “Don’t say that. Yes, Thailand gave us it...