It could be that my train was delayed by a few hours or that I got only two gulab jamuns when everyone else got three. “Hai bechari,” a kind-hearted relative will say in response.
Hai bechari Natasha...Kitna Acha likhti Hai ❤️❤️❤️
Heh heh 😈
This was a delightful read! No place like (back) home or the love we find there. It fills in the missing gaps we don’t know existed.
LOVE this one, Natasha. Understanding and navigating our way through languages of love is such a learnt skill. That you keep learning zindagi bhar!
A gift that keeps on giving once our third ear is functional and begins to hear the unspoken!
Hai bechari Natasha...Kitna Acha likhti Hai ❤️❤️❤️
Heh heh 😈
This was a delightful read! No place like (back) home or the love we find there. It fills in the missing gaps we don’t know existed.
LOVE this one, Natasha. Understanding and navigating our way through languages of love is such a learnt skill. That you keep learning zindagi bhar!
A gift that keeps on giving once our third ear is functional and begins to hear the unspoken!