This evening I cooked with my mother, adding turmeric to almost every dish and I thought, “how very Indian of us,” but when I say I love orange, I meant the orange of a pumpkin, an apricot, carrots. The orange of safety vests, a traffic cone, the orange in any thing, But not the orange on my hands. I sit in class and hide my hands underneath my thighs, inside my bag; always searching for something I purposely …
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