What is it that I long for? Is it just happiness or something unearthly?
Mrinmoy lwas trying to figure out why she suddenly brought it up at 3 in the morning.
I feel a light touch stroking my cheek… almost as light as wind. I know that touch. Her touch. I barely can open my eyes but I tell her,
What is it that I long for? Is it just happiness or something unearthly?
Mrinmoy lwas trying to figure out why she suddenly brought it up at 3 in the morning.
I feel a light touch stroking my cheek… almost as light as wind. I know that touch. Her touch. I barely can open my eyes but I tell her,
