I am 72. My hands shake. I have written 311 pages about wanting and waiting. Now he is here. And I do not know what to write next.
Then Murugan left. He promised to send for her. He never did.
I folded the note. I put the rose on the railway track. A train came. It crushed the petals.
I am 72. My hands shake. I have written 311 pages about wanting and waiting. Now he is here. And I do not know what to write next.
Then Murugan left. He promised to send for her. He never did.
I folded the note. I put the rose on the railway track. A train came. It crushed the petals.
