When there will be full moon nights, I will be sitting in my balcony I will miss¦ How we used to sit on same chair holding each other And shared our wounds, weaknesses and fears of life — Aisha Copy Share Image
“In the evening, the brilliant yellow pumpkin blossoms will close, drunk on sunshine, while the milky white jasmine will open their slender throats and sip the chill Himalayan air. At night, low hearths will send up wispy curls of smoke… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
