laundry love [completed]

f i f t y s e v e n : comfortable onesies

"it's was a good day, wasn't it?"

"it was. i don't think i've ever had so much fun in my life: throwing buckets of coloured water on oblivious passer-by's, only to get ganged up by the local children. and i still cannot believe you guys eat marijuana fritters for holi!"

"what will you miss the most about india? we are returning tomorrow, i hope you remember that."

"i know. well, i've grown a little too attached with the rickshaws, that's for sure. the private beaches, the early morning mass that everybody dozes off to, the local boys who we befriended with just smiles. everyone is so lazy, here. i love it."

"that's nice to hear. are you going to miss aunt ira?"

"of course. and her hounding me to ask you out."

"same thing here, bruh."

"..."

"..."

"you look more like your mum, don't you?"

"uh-huh. copper hair, pale skin and the blue-grey eyes. nishi is the one with the exotic features. most of them do a double take when i inform them about my ethnicity."

"..."

"what?"

"you speak more openly about her, now."

"do i?" a g r i n .