The Nikaah.
Sisters are a blessing. I imagine if I had one of my own, I’d never feel the need of a best friend. As far as memory takes me, the word always made me think of Pooja. She’s my first cousin and I met her once a year while on summer holidays. Those memories will last me a lifetime. Spending afternoons listening to the radio and giggling. Devouring watermelon and pomegranate … Continue reading “The Nikaah.” →