The kite tails still jangled in the wind above his stall, and sometimes, when the sunset gilded the highway, Ravi would fold a new map and tuck it into his drawer — not to find a destination, but to remind himself that the world is navigable by kindness.
The kite tails still jangled in the wind above his stall, and sometimes, when the sunset gilded the highway, Ravi would fold a new map and tuck it into his drawer — not to find a destination, but to remind himself that the world is navigable by kindness.