BE MY FRIEND, HOLD ME
WRAP ME UP, UNFOLD ME

Priya watched, pained and nervous by the silence for a moment, before Aadhira spoke and reassured her that he was not about to blame her. He had no need, even if he had wanted to – Priya had enough blame inside herself for the both of them.

Yet for some reason he was the sorry one.

For a moment Priya looked as though she didn’t understand his words. She was surprised by them, somewhat – she had not expected him to want to se the place, even though she had mourned by it often enough herself. She saw the emotion in his eyes and felt her own swim with tears once again.

Slowly, she nodded.

She was scared to take someone else to the place where her daughter had lay that day, cold and lifeless, but somehow with Aadhira by her side everything seemed a little less scary. Besides, she was not just her daughter – not anymore, at least.

Our Nasrin. She liked the sound of that.

priya
marwari . blue roan . 13.2hh