Of The Past

She could not think but of the days that have passed and hid behind the curtains, where memories seem to be so vague, not clear who was right, whose fault it was of the broken world, pieces of which she still holds dear to her heart.

It did not matter then - because what made sense were the days she could relate, belonged and felt secure. In those memories was her unshaken world where many dreams looked possible, her aspirations achievable and heart in love, it was so simple, so tangible, so real.

She believed she could shelter a thousand after the war, could feed dozens of hungry, comfort orphaned and make smile an outcast.

The End of the Celebrations

Seasonal Reading

I guess The Dancer from Khiva is not a book for this season for me, so I put it aside on the shelf.
Looking for some good reading.