My daughters live far away for now, though I suspect it may be for longer until they visit, spinning into our lives like butterflies and fresh jasmine, like the memory of cake batter licked off fingers and the bowl. Was I ever more like them than like me, shoulders undefeated, breathing warmth into days…
Tag: life
Un-beaten
I have learned to live with Ghosts they often break bread with me, they taught me to run headlong into the Storm, stride out into the Darkness, for waiting for the Rain to stop never would help me… or anyone. I have had plenty lessons along the way on how to be Lightning, scorching the…
ipsita banerjee 