BADSHA
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Homeward (Second part)
My obliviousness could keep going just so lengthy. I heard murmurs through the recently shaped breaks in the familial walls; detected a hurling exhaustion at my appearance. I heard accounts of food and AC controllers being covered up, protected from my avaricious mouth and hands. These came from the equivalent mamis whose cooking had once coaxed my Noakhali stomach with such excitement, the equivalent chachis whose thick flavors I had ravenously guzzled down for a whole adolescence.
By BADSHA7 months ago in Confessions
Homeward (First part)
At the point when I was conceived, my skin was dim, similar to my granddad's, in whose arms I found my most memorable home. Family members old and new, whose failure was being breast fed by my folks' fair appearances, looked from far off as my stout cheeks softened into the sleeves of my dada's stained half-sleeve shirt.
By BADSHA7 months ago in Confessions