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I am your typical first child in a family. I am fastidious, because, by default I was taught to be.  … Continue reading In My House

I saw them in a perfect line along the top of her hand. “Like a string of pearls,” I thought. … Continue reading String of Pain

He sat there, bored and a bit aloof, and, I really couldn’t blame him. His 15 years of living had … Continue reading India #7

I hear, in a roundabout way, that your teacher dropped herself on her head, and now you don’t need to … Continue reading Dear K1, K2, and K3