Jul 2019
Cigarette smoke lingers in her mouth as she reaches for a glass of red wine
Sweat beads fall down Her faded sari as She forms countless chapathi
she lounges
She works
Sweat beads fall down Her faded sari as She forms countless chapathi
she lounges
She works
experiences and observations
Written by
I'll call her snow
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