Raunak

“Who am I to tell her who to love? My job just to love her good and true myself. P. 237”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“It was later, when she was in her old bed in the dark, that the shock of it sank in. He was gone, and she was on her own with the child. She would never find happiness again. There was a pain sitting like a lump in her chest, a proper presence, and an anxious charge like a current through her limbs. Her ears hummed as she lay trembling in the dark, and for the first time in that long day her tears flowed. It felt as if love had fled from her forever.”
― Abdulrazak Gurnah, Theft