“Love, I can give you my arms, you can call them home. I can give you my wars and my skin because you bring me joy and a song. I can give you fistfuls of light, my hands full of poetry and prayer. I can offer you warm bread pulled and proven in my kitchen because you looked into my eyes like I was a dying wish, like if there were more years, there would have been gardens and if there was reason, there would’ve been more years”.
SAKSHI NARULA 