When I first met Sanskriti, she wore a frilly white dress with yellow trim, finishing with white sandals. I glanced at her nervously as her long, curly hair ran down her delicate nutbrown skin. She had flown down from Qatar to spend the summer with her grandparents and spoke an outlandish accent. I had some […]
Breaking The (Sp)ice 5 (3)
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