‘Moma, I’m so tired. I want to come back home and live with you… like old days,’ I pay my fare and step out of the cab. ‘Oh, honey! Your Papa and I also miss you all the time…’ her words make me feel gloomy until she adds ‘… but my child, now you have responsibilities for your own family and husband too.’ I wave my hand to the kids playing in the park while walking; ‘Hmmm… Husband!’ I inhale a deep breath before saying, ‘Well, I have reached home. Talk to you later. Have to cook, before Inder reaches.’...
Behind the bushes.
Two plant lovers get together.
A greek butcher and his favourite customer.
Two gym buddies and their Wednesday ritual.