Friday, July 25, 2014

Moment #23

Every time he used to get an extra roasted papad. The Sundays of mid-July were meant for hot Khichudi and potato stir-fry. The smell used to pull him to kitchen before lunch time. Between the heavy showers in Kolkata, the venture was often turned into a quest of a quick cuddle. “This year the monsoon is too cold.” Tears trickled down from his eyes. The view was clear now. He started counting the raindrops on the windowpane.
Monsoon

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