your bridge home
Saints and Poets
He recognised his wife’s diamond nose-ring across the counter, locked it in the strongbox, and went home to ask her where her jewellery was.
A poor Brahmin came to the moneylender's shop for six months, asking for help with the cost of his son's thread ceremony.
He was sent away every time.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.