Domestic.

The house is always so silent, With just the two of us, The neighbors must sleep peacefully. You're in the kitchen, Pots and pans clattering, While I stare at a book, Visualizing myself between those sentences. I smell prawns, fish, and rice. I smell typical malayali dinner. I wouldn't have it any other way. A... Continue Reading →

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