Still Loved…Still Missed! : The Myriad Hues of Souls

by Mridula

“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.” – W. S. Merwin

A winter that hard with a cruel gust blowing outside, was always a ‘big no-no’ for me. The mistress of the house was seen seated near the fireplace brewing a cup