The story began with tea. It wasn’t ready yet. The door bell rang .The kitchen window enables me to see who rings the bell. I asked, “You want tea?” The face looking back at me had a smile , “You’re making tea? Then I must have a cup.” “Then wait there.” Whenever I go back …
The story began with the sound of dried leaves being crushed under his feet. The boy was walking rapidly cutting his own way through the forest. The sun had just passed over the boy’s head. Without any sign of white (or even black) clouds, the sky filled its emptiness with sky-blue color and a white, …
