Written by ravdeep on June 17, 2025
Chumrong’s Gentle Smile
The chill of the Himalayas always found its way into Chumrong, even when the sun was high. But in the small, bustling teahouse, warmth radiated from the hearth, from the clatter of cups, and most of all, from the young woman behind the counter. Her name, I never learned, but her smile was unforgettable. She
Written by ravdeep on June 17, 2025
The Grinning Branch
Her smile, a beacon of pure joy, lit up the muted tones of the afternoon. She clutched the weathered branch, its rough texture a familiar comfort in her small hands, as if it were the most precious treasure. There was an unburdened spirit in her gaze, a simple happiness that transcended the quiet backdrop of