Keka

“There’s always a story,” she said. “It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“Down the side streets, old ladies lined the buildings in rows, shelling peas and gossiping as they sat on upturned baskets. From the apothecary shops drifted both the strange and familiar smells of herbs and spices and concoctions for gout, pastilles for putrid sore throats, creams and ointments, and possets and infusions. The coppery tang of meat and the stench of livestock reeked in the poultry market where fowl of every variety hung with their heads arrowing down. Glassy eyed ducks and geese swung gently in the breeze as it ruffled feathers no longer fit for flight. Here and there, dogs snuffled and snarled, growling over a discarded scrap and scenting the air with hopeful noses.”
― Emma V. Leech, To Steal a Kiss

“I sat in a teashop, tasted my teeth on an old bun, and washed it down with milky tea. The bun had been around for some time, but so had I, so we were quits. At the age of forty I could digest almost anything.”
― Ruskin Bond, Tales of Fosterganj

“At the Taj Mahal, just after dawn, the sky is lavender, grey and orange. I notice that the walls of the vast marble mausoleum are not white but a soft and time-aged ivory, and much more beautiful than I had ever dreamed.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts