More than our alarm clocks, at PTG Girls School, Netarhaat, we would be woken up by the ritualistic arrival of girls in our room. They would chirp around, like a choir finding symphony. Sometimes linger around us in silence, and stare indistinctly at us sleeping or in the process of waking up. Our little women… Continue reading ‘A firefly on my palm’ – Hafsa Sayeed
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