Musk Divine..

Its heaven to wake up to the sound & smell of rain, specially how the dark wood floor of the room makes the air musky & wet...I always carry back the smells along with the sights, and the smells last in my mind forever...miss Krabi, miss musk.

Raindrops on the grass...

She glances softly at her son and says softly, " Why do you and I go with people who won't give us enough?"

I stand at the door of the teahouse to watch her walk back across the park, under the trees; she carries a white umbrella, treading so lightly she barely disturbs the raindrops on the grass. 

~ Strangers When We Met, Hanif Kureshi