my friend...

Not a soul to talk to... but thats not true... Anita...my friend... her laugh's like roar, her thoughts like a provocative activist, she has no idea about that... strength in a her voice, fear in her house, an everyday woman... living the day... in routines and religion... alone, away from her transfered husband... not complaining, often pondering... 'what is this life Bhakti, i wonder??' she says 'why are we living? why this way??' fills water. washes clothes. sings songs with friends in the evening. clears the vegetable garden. sweeps. sings. sleeps. knits. and we drink tea together... yes. a friend i talk to...