It took me a full month to go out on my own in Kolkata. I remember feeling proud, and extremely terrified, on that first cab ride. It's kind of the same feeling now, but I'm getting better at doing reckless and stupid things. (Cab rides in India will do that to you, but don't tell my kids' grandparents that. It's better to blog in a different place where they won't find that kind of stuff out, shh...)
Anyway, two and a half months after arriving, maybe I'm finally ready to step out alone and write now and then.
Anyway, two and a half months after arriving, maybe I'm finally ready to step out alone and write now and then.
let the pieces fall where they will... my mom, the mom, and my mom, the writer, would be so proud. meanwhile, i'm wide-eyed at your moves.
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