My home in Surkhet is decorated with yellow and red mud over the walls.
The greenery around my house gives a fresh air.
Ripe mangoes fall in the baranda early morning.
The smell of fresh lemon in the garden. It says ‘Hello I am almost ready.’
My three dogs cuddling together on the ground.
My flowers are happy when it rains because they are not thirsty during the monsoon.
There are kids around playing, laughing and doing the funniest thing.
My small house always gives me a cozy feeling.
The tiny windows outside my room lets the sunlight in during the winter. There are flowers and kids around and thereby the window, my grandmother and I sit down every evening.
My home is as special as the tea I make for me and my grandmother with milk, cardamom and pepper.
The tiny windows outside my room lets the sunlight in during the winter.
There by the window, my grandmother and I sit down every evening.
We sit side by side and sip on tea.
She smiles and tells me her fascinating stories.
It goes perfectly with the flow!
Her smiles add a special flavour to my tea.
We talk, share our memories and laugh.
We enjoy our tea time every day.
Home for me is that evening cup of tea with her stories on the side.
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One thought on “Home for me is Evening Cup of Tea with her Stories on Side”
A sweet piece of work it is!!