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The Wafting Scent of the Afternoon
Yesterday, my house help had fallen sick, leaving me to balance the Mikado of domestic logistics while chasing the green ticks of a normal busy Wednesday. I tiptoed across my calendar like someone performing slow-motion Tai Chi—strategic, focused, and painfully aware that any wrong move could send the whole day toppling over. I haven’t felt that level of concentration since I played Minesweeper with the ferocity of a child desperately trying to impress her father. But of cour
anasuyaray
5 days ago3 min read
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