The Faraway Hill

By Betsy Selvam Wildflowers and weeds grow in abundance here. They are brightly redolent of evenings that I spent roaming outside home barefoot, content by myself, plucking leaves and flower buds; bunching them into finger-sized bouquets.  Lantana shrubs pepper the landscape around me. Their tiny clusters of pink and orange flowers add an undertone of … Continue reading The Faraway Hill