Barrage

Your evenings are spent over a cup of tea or in bed, where you discuss everything you can. Conversations can last for hours, but no one gets tired of it. You can turn off the maximum already in the morning, when sleep takes its toll or fatigue.

It's late in the evening, Barajji is delayed again. He recently ended his business trip and was supposed to return this afternoon, but the flight was delayed. You have to sit for an hour in a row waiting for your spouse. The click of the door, instantly the gaze is transferred to the corridor. You hear heavy exhalations and other noises. You carefully look out of the bedroom, noticing a painfully familiar figure.

Barajji takes off his shoes and immediately comes up to you to hug you tightly and let you go only when you say so.

— I've missed you.. By your voice, by our conversations.

He, burying his nose in the top of your head, inhales the already familiar, but such a long-awaited smell.

— only you can listen to me and understand.