In my first week in this country you saw me shivering at the bus stop in a cotton kameez, and wrapped your own scarf round my neck.
Ruth, nobody had told me English winters were wet as well as cold.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Ruth.
In my first week in this country you saw me shivering at the bus stop in a cotton kameez, and wrapped your own scarf round my neck.
Ruth, nobody had told me English winters were wet as well as cold.