“Please, you look so nice in a sari,” my mother encourages as she wraps the fabric around me, seemingly having a plan in mind. I used to always watch her wear saris, wondering why she bothered mummifying herself in these impossible-to-manage window curtains.
An Ache for Innocence
By: Iris Zubair
I have been missing my childhood so much lately that I’m almost ashamed of it. At the age of 22, nobody has the time or sympathy to make excuses for wishful thinking. But I find myself doing nothing else these days. I daydream and imagine simpler times in my life when every decision didn’t seem so monumental, so incredibly life changing.