Samasya? Tapasya!
They promoted him at the restaurant just when got tired of delivering sandwiches and had wanted to quit. To his dismay, he actually accepted the offer. The dream of saving money for a new car may just have been written in his fate. He now took over the management aspects of the sandwich business. EveryContinue reading “Him: He worked nights while she worked poles”
Sleepless, cold nights Three little good things that try to push through To make it all right
Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’sContinue reading “Burning wood”
Samasya Tapasya 