Determined to move on,she opened the cupboard to discard the clothes.But…there it was, still fresh in ‘his’ clothes,his perfume.
It had become his identity over a period of time and thus indicated his arrival from far.
That day too she knew he was home,when he arrived in a casket covered by ‘tricolour’.
His favourite ‘musk’ revealed all.
-The Chubby Little Girl.