On the cliffs above Naran Kaghan Valley, Heena made a home away from modernity…
… A sanctuary for her spirit, and that of her granddaughter’s.
I knew her before her bones grew old, a wild and young spirit that always found a way, a kind and rebellious soul.
Lucky for you dear, the stew should almost be ready.
I know Dadi. I’ve been smelling it all morning.
Come, miri jaan, let us see if it’s ready.
But now, she lives day by day.
Mmmm... delicious!
Just right...
Dear, could you watch the pot?
Time to check on the little ones.
Still kind…
Still caring…
…Still has her edge.
I’ll have to come visit soon, and she’s not going to like it.
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