Her Story Repeats Itself
From the Blog artistocratic1 *The mountains are not meant for me. At least, I think that’s what baba's expression signified. He looked coldly disapproving when I rushed in this morning, pigtails flying, face wildly red. My expression fixed itself in a minute, my delight soured. His downturned mouth seemed to say to me that the pleasure of nature's bounties belonged to higher entities than myself. That is why I checked myself immediately, unwilling to let him know how much pleasure I took in that arduous morning hike up the mountainside, even with that hefty matka of water balanced on my hip. If I had told him, he might have assigned the task to someone else simply to spare me the enjoyment.* *He doesn't treat Ayaan the same way. It isn't that he loves my brother more than he loves me (I do not believe baba pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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