Twist & Braid
by S.J. KAUR
Twist, braid. Twist, braid.
My hands automatically fall into rhythm. I am doing Biba's hair. With every twist I recite a line, at every braid I proffer thanks.
Twist, braid. Twist, braid.
I can feel the tug of my mother's efficient hands. She is doing my...
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