Heaven

It was a pleasant, peaceful evening.

Just like every day, after dinner, he grabbed a book and sat on his chair by the window in the bedroom. He gently rocked the chair as he plucked the bookmark and opened the book to read. The pages giggled as a waft of cool breeze tickled them.

After wrapping up bits and pieces in the kitchen, she came to the bedroom. She looked tired and exhausted. Work and home were on a race to wear her out. And both won, each day; day after day. Continue reading “Heaven”

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