By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched…
By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched…