Duality

Looking at the neatly made bed from a distance, “plus one,” I appreciated my younger daughter’s job. On getting closer, I noticed a handkerchief next to my pillow. “Kerchief?” I looked at her with a smile. With a lit face, “Amma, I have a running nose. I will need one tonight. You too have a cold. So …”  She wanted to make up for her troublings for the day before going to bed.

 

chapped lips

flaunts a smile

the music of silence …

what we do  often hide

our inner world