I was reading 'Andheri Raat kay Musaafir' by Naseem Hijazi for the nth time, curled up in the creaky old wicker chair that was just oh-so-comfortable. A little hot cocoa sat forgotten in the mug on the ottoman in front of me. Slow tears rolled down my cheeks. I heaved a sigh and looked up. Mark was standing in the door, leaning on the door frame, watching me. With a gentle smile, he asked: "Missing Spain again?" I offered him a watery smile back and said wistfully, "the Spain that was..." "I know, baby", he smiled warmly, walked over and planted a swift kiss on my head. "Where's Sophie?" He asked. "Soph? Must be out with Sasha and Lisa. I think last I heard they were whispering about sneaking over to the shop" ...
Musings of yet another brain, heart and soul