
The Woman with the Pot
My husband demands peace, but he denies me any of it unless I agree to Budho dho Nam- the lakeside vigil. This is the only way to guide him out of the water otherwise, his spirit will become nyawawa. I am tired. I don't have the strength. I keep waiting for his steady voice, his calm presence. But he returns to me only in dreams and the restless pull of the lake.


