I can see the million shades of green, the yellow sunlight dancing on leaves and trees. I can see my nani’s saree, I know it was probably her favourite colour, pink, I can see her perfect peach skin. I can see the love, in between these two chain links, unable to understand where one ends and the other begins. I can see the mud-brown path, the…
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