Perspective

I was at my grandpa’s in the summer of  ’10. Me and my cousin sister accompanied by Dadu, were awaiting lunch when my aunt came out of the kitchen with 2 utensils in her hands, one was a bowl  in  a weird condition with a mixture of all the items she cooked for the day and the other... Continue Reading →

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