When I was a young girl, I climbed trees, ran in woods, fed calves and goats, watched birds, carved my own cricket bats, weeded gardens, painted bicycles. Now I sit in the middle of desert looking at oil wells in the day and stars at night


Feeding cows, running behind the naughty calves, stealing guavas and gooseberries from neighbor’s garden ...falling in love was never destined for this village girl until she saw him...

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