“Can you show me a picture of thatha?” Laddu asks, thrusting an old album at me. “Sure!” I say as
I pause at the doorway, my eyes lingering on the monthly planner. The kids have been crossing out days religiously
“She reminds me so much of my daughter when she was this age!” “She is so much like you.” “Perfect
I sit in the silent living room, the silence accentuated by the sounds of my fingers flying on the keyboard.
Late evening, darkness falling silkily over the apartment on the 10th floor. The balcony is open with the evening breeze