The Bookmark.
A short story.
The book lies on the writing table. A bookmark, gifted by a friend peeks out from the end of the book. A colourful, hand-painted bookmark from Odisha. A procession is going past, a horse cart palanquin, and the paraphernalia of a rich man's convoy, travelling with his family. Just looking at it makes me wonder at the places these people would be passing through.
In my imagination, rolling hills, river deltas and valleys of flowers and rice terraces. What it would be #yourquote#yqbaba#littlethingsmatter#yqspecial#writingsimplethings#tejaswiniaura
