The Darjeeling mist clung to the hillside like a shy lover, wrapping the tea gardens in a soft, grey embrace. Meera Rai stood at the edge of her family's small estate, the dampness seeping through her woolen shawl. In her hand, she held the envelope. It had taken her three drafts, four tear stains, and every ounce of courage she possessed to write it.
The Silent Promise of Meera Rai - Chapter 1
The Darjeeling mist clung to the hillside like a shy lover, wrapping the tea gardens in a soft, grey Meera Rai stood at the edge of her family's small estate, the dampness seeping through her woolen shawl. In her hand, she held the envelope. It had taken her three drafts, four tear stains, and every ounce of courage she possessed to write it. The paper smelled faintly of jasmine, from the dried flower she had pressed between the pages. Her handwriting, usually neat and disciplined like the botanical sketches she made, trembled on the final line. Come back, or ...Read More