Ammachi
My hands are light as the turmeric falls from my fingers. The chicken turns orange, something thuds upstairs, a magpie screeches near the window. But …
My hands are light as the turmeric falls from my fingers. The chicken turns orange, something thuds upstairs, a magpie screeches near the window. But …
At the time it was taken I thought it was just another photo of the four of us. Just another photo celebrating a birthday. The …
We are gliding along in our car in mid-Spring, travelling through the green, rolling countryside of rural Victoria. I have my musical choices playing through …