My papa had this huge umbrella. He made me feel like Cinderella. Unlike many other languages in India, Catholics here … More
Tag: Papa
My First Cigarette
A couple of years after my birth, my dad bought the perfect house. And so we shifted to our new … More
Papa’s Breakfast
We are in the month of August. Fondly remembering someone’s birthday, to be honest. My maternal grandfather, Zephrine, who was … More
