Mit Mit Kalkatta

Mit Mit Kalkatta I remember trying on my mother’s shoes whenever she was out, or I was bored and wanted to play house. My childhood feet in adult shoes- The ones with high heels she would only wear to church. Or to weddings. Silver ones studded with White stones that shimmered in the light. Red ones tinged with gold. A pair of black ones with heels that looked like Pillars of old Greek Corinthian structures. Those flat elastic shoes she …

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