Monday, December 23, 2019

Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal



The chill in the air seemed duller by the day, and there were moments of lingering warmth in the afternoons.

Harpreet could think of nothing worse than attending a yoga class with Geeta and her gaggle of friends who spent more time backwards boasting than downward dogging.  

She wondered if he had been lonely when she was away or relived not to avoid speaking to her.

Let him find balance and moderation in all things; let him listen to himself and not the noise of others.