"Ready? It's your first day of school." her mother asked as she straightened out her grey skirt in front of the mirror.
Twelve years later, she stood in front of the same mirror in a saree, and her mother asked, "Ready? It's your last day."
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Silhouette of the Soul
Poezie"Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out." Here's a collection of my mindless meanderings, midnight musings, poems, rants and random thoughts. This is all the stuff I think of while sitting i...
