𝕍𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕄𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕪

I finished the pile of dishes and loosened my duppata to dry my hands. I peeked out from the kitchen door in living room, my son was still killing people on mobile phone, my daughter was feeding stories on social media, and my husband was cheering for the old cricket tournament. All this drama wasContinue reading “𝕍𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕄𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕪”