These amazing little oranges come from our mother’s beloved balcony garden. My father squeezes them in a freshly brewed pot of black tea to make us this rejuvenating sip.
Thank you, my dear fellow Soul-Searchers for your warm responses. I have tried to include your wonderful and interesting answers here in this post today.
Whenever you have asked someone how they were doing, did you genuinely mean it? Whenever you have answered to someone’s “how are you?”, did you actually reveal how you were?