Once upon a time, there lived a fairy. She took rebirth. Her name was Reena.
Swati took a bowl and poured some flour on it. Adding some water, she started mixing the flour
Chintu is sitting at the table and drinking milk. His mother Sunaina is laying the butter evenly on the bread
So instead of breaking our spine with the burden of expectations, for once, let’s accept that life is full of uncertaint...
Nothing seems to be working nothing seems to not, too ... Where I have answers to all but no questions.
That conversation of 25 years ago, now comes to my mind as my son has turned atheist and married outside our religion.