Aberta
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
Procurando na gaveta…
Procurando na gaveta…
Uma carta lacrada está esperando por Saima.
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.