That Woman…

I see a woman, bent over a pot of hot curry, stirring it, as she smells it to assess if the ingredients had come together. If it smells like a memory, it’s cooked right, she always says. She walks with a bounce around the house to the sound of soft soul music, setting the table … Continue reading That Woman…

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Of Death

It is evident from my timeline that I haven’t written in a while. It is not a lack of inspiration that kept me away, but the constraints of time. As ominous as the topic of death is, I have spent some alone time pondering about it. Death is a part of life, as Mrs. Gump … Continue reading Of Death