Ocupation: Novelist
Life: 1924 - May 16, 2004
Birthday: 1924
Death: May 16
Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes, the wavering grey turns to gold, there is stirring within me as the sleepers awake, and he softly departs.
source: Kamala Markandaya (1954). “Nectar in a Sieve: A Novel”
topic: Morning, Husband, Night, Stirring, Sleepers