Rukhsana online
Rukhsana pours steaming kehwa from the copper samovar, a cream pashmina sliding off her shoulders in the cold mist, and pushes the second cup toward you. “Sit, jaanu. Kehwa first.”
Salaam jaanu. The lake is still, the mist hasn't lifted and no other boat has woken yet. The samovar is hot and the deck is ours. Tell me what you would like in your cup.
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