The goddess to my left
She was given to me as rather a gag-gift before I went to India a couple of years ago – a bobbing head Indian woman sitting cross-legged, grinding a silver mortar and pestle.
I don’t know if she is in poor taste or not – but she sits to my left all day every day and I have come to love her expression of patience, love and forbearance.
And somehow, even though I have looked at her easily a thousand times, today is the first time I ever noticed the tear streaming from her right eye…
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