The clouds sailed by with the breeze, increasing in number as the slight smell of rain traveled to Rakesh’s nostrils. He looked up from his place in the garden, studying the clouds for a moment before grabbing Josie’s herb basket. He surveyed what he had picked, satisfied with his work, before making his way back inside. He was greeted with the welcome aroma of chai being made on the stove and lemon tea cakes in the oven. He put the basket on the table next to Josie’s cauldron and ...