Bread, sunset and green tea.
1. Pam sends fluffy yellow puris to the table. I sneak out to the kitchen to see her stretching and rolling the dough and frying them so they puff up like clouds.
2. It's hard to resent delays and a snarled journey when the sun is setting orange in a grey sky.
3. Finding a burnt sugar note in my green tea.
2. It's hard to resent delays and a snarled journey when the sun is setting orange in a grey sky.
3. Finding a burnt sugar note in my green tea.