Dear Pooja, Read this when there is minimum brain fog and your muscles are allowing you to smile. I remember you as the chubby cherub in the hills, the no-physical activity kid who used to live in some parallel reality of books and colors. I remember you as the sickly child who would always catch… Continue reading A Letter to the Warrior Woman I have become by Pooja Priyamvada
Spoonie. No, this does not mean they love spoons to the point they hoard them.