By Priyanka Panwar
The stillness of love No language No haste A calm touches the air; your heart sits in one place after having slogged for years. The aroma of chai and the sound of rain drops ‘tis the only truth out there. Love that blooms in the wildest weather and touches the ground on a soft, winter morning; shedding and giving. Ready for the morning prayers; Living in the fragrance that is left behind.
Priyanka Panwar teaches English at University of Delhi. When she isn’t reading or teaching, she likes to travel and observe. A movie buff and a voracious reader; on most days she dreams of coffee and mountains.
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