Autumn Grace
Sacred tulsi leaves whisper in Asha’s grasp, Like prayers murmured, awaiting the Lord’s soft embrace. Yet, in the new digital world’s distant click Her children’s absence, a quiet, unsung ache. Jyoti’s basket, a splash of colour as the day awakes, Each fragrance, a memory of decades past. Intonations of prayer, like incense, drift on morning’s … Read more