Dear India, I remember the first time I came to see you. You were enchanting through my eyes. It was a long journey to get to you. I was shivering when I finally met you with goose pimples all over my chocolate-brown skin. You embraced me with smiles and you took your time, holding my hands while showing me everything you had. I was captivated by the silky feel of your children’s hair, that jet black curly mane falling from the full napes of their neck and lying on their shoulders.
In her inaugural piece for Kenya Imagine, Tracy Nnanwubar charms us with her narrative on living in India.
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