Magic in this town
You know that moment when you know there is a beautiful story inside you, and you just want to write it out but time is challenging you. It passes, it flies with inevitable chores. And finally, the moment arrives. And you sit, sighing. It's a Sunday, late-afternoon that's almost touching an orangish-pink sunset. I am sitting in front of my white drafting table and my mind is dialing back to that auto ride. Wind, heavy and cold; flowing into my petite self; those heavy earrings dangling to its tune. Brown skin yearning to wrap something around me, but I just sit there in that rapidly moving auto allowing the wind to dictate. Not resisting. Not protecting. Just feeling, and being. I look ahead at this human driving us around. He did that for an entire day till it ended, with patience and love. The second love language I have learnt is ~acts of service and this man right here; devotedly loved my family. Mahesha, he introduced himself in the morning. He lived in this small town, w