Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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

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