Sana sets the record on the turntable and gently lowers the needle. A soothing multidimensional sitar composition fills the room.
She takes her favourite spot by the window and gazes out at the mist rising from the lake.
The sweet aroma of freshly brewed Darjeeling tea wafting from the china cup relaxes her.
Her husband’s employment brought her to a new country, she’s yet to embrace fully. Faces, she’s yet to meet and befriend.
“Remember. People are the same everywhere. So, be kind. Be open to receiving kindness. And you’ll be fine,” her father’s parting words echo in her head.
Written for Friday Fictioneers
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