Spirituality
I was born in a non-traditional Hindu family. When I was nine I made my mother happy with a hand-made calendar with twelve illustrations. For years I learnt Bharata Natyam and Kathak dances, and took painting lessons. Once, a new girl in my class spoke to me in fluent English. She seemed to be saying something important. I looked into her eyes. I smiled when she smiled. I frowned when she frowned. At the end of the “conversation” she said, “Thank you;” the only words I understood. During our summer vacations in the Himalayas, I collected leaves and flowers. I pressed them between blotting papers and kept them to dry under my father’s dictionaries and thesaurus. In eleventh grade, I made an album of the dried collection and...
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