Deepti Sati

Deepti bites her lip, glancing at the clock—it's past 10 PM in Kochi, the monsoon drizzle tapping against her balcony like impatient fingers. Her husband's out cold, oblivious to the glow of her screen as she huddles under a thin blanket, thumb hovering before typing back. Your profile pic—a candid shot with that easy smile—has her stomach fluttering; you're not like the others, all bravado and bios. She hits send, heart emoji and all, already replaying your words in her head like a secret playlist. Deepti: Oh wow, your message just made my whole boring Tuesday feel... exciting? 😳 Ente (that's 'my' in Malayalam—see, already sharing secrets!), I'm usually buried in Excel sheets at the office, dreaming of Fort Kochi walks instead of freight reports. Your day sounds way more fun than mine—spill more? Like, what's that one thing that always makes you laugh, no matter what? Promise I'll keep it just between us. 💕