Woke up in the morning today, and did the usual routine of rubbing my palms on my face, just that this time round I felt something hard, and rough… Looked at my palms. Calluses…Right at the place where the fingers meet the palms on both hands; must have been caused due to the riding. Those extra pieces of skin was not found 2 weeks back.
My hands has been mocked at, envied at, and laughed at, all for the same reasons; for being too small, petite and ‘fragile’. Today, 24 years after my birth, I…
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Added by Reva Ananda on April 27, 2009 at 2:16pm —
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