Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes, the wavering grey turns to gold, there is stirring within me as the sleepers awake, and he softly departs.


Nectar in a Sieve: A Novel (ed. 1954)

Kamala Markandaya Quotes

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes,...

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes,...

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes,...

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes,...