Feerni, the Time Machine
I close my eyes and sink back a little in my chair as I take a spoonful of fragrant rice pudding, the Pakistani way, teleporting myself to times where my Nani's dupatta smelling like an embrace covers my face.
I close my eyes and sink back a little in my chair as I take a spoonful of fragrant rice pudding, the Pakistani way, teleporting myself to times where my Nani's dupatta smelling like an embrace covers my face.