hand in hand in the diner_Indian Rose Chestnut_"The street food of Galli" (The street food
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hand in hand in the diner
As a matter of a habit shared with many in town, he pulls off the road, and into the always occupied parking lot at a place known locally as ‘the diner’. It looks a lot like the famous painting “Nighthawks’ from the 1940s, with nearly wall to wall, floor to ceiling windows, but it is almost always crowded, not the nearly empty lonely diner of the painting. And it is early afternoon light. He had a quick and unsatisfying breakfast, and is hungry now.As he leaves his car and walks toward the door, he notices something on the ground by the ATM – gloves. As he picks them up, he sees that they are...
Indian Rose Chestnut
Indian Rose Chestnut “Are you coming tonight?” Earth talked to the blossoms of Indian Rose Chestnut that were fluttering in the breeze as though they had known her friend would definitely come to see these today. The tree, which they had look after for years, now it was full of blossoms. And they were waiting for someone to greet them.Six years ago. It was three o’clock in the morning that Water had still awoken in her bed. Thus she took some air on the terrace. The weather was quite warm and no windy. However, she heard a storm that blew harder and harder as well as www.onedoor.ccforming fo...
"The street food of Galli" (The street food of Indian Streets)
"You're a jerk" I thought but I was too infused by emotions to do anything except say bye to him and storm out of his home ignoring his mother calling "Why are you leaving so early, Roshni?". I went to my home and crashed on my bed ,blinking back tears tears which soon turned into a tantrum. The pillow was wet and sticky with tears and nose snot .I raised my head a few times just to get a gulp of fresh air in order to avoid choking myself on the pillow but my dream had already been choked by that-that creature. Soon the sun dipped and so did my anger, almost. I flipped my pillow just to avoid...
Devotion
"Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free he soars enraptured." – Thomas Campbell, "Love's Philosophy"Ten years almost to the day since Stefano and Giovanna first set eyes on each other, they agreed to take a walk together in the piazza. Perhaps it was the fine spring evening, laced with a hint of jasmine, a glimpse of swallows nesting in the eaves, that brought them to this important decision.Their families’ houses were directly opposite one another: identical, whitewashed buildings, garnished with geraniums, looking down on one of Castellana Grotte’s narrow sloping streets. A...