Tag Archives: Harnidh Kaur

Hold The Sugar

My chest is a teacup, fine bone china chipped off at the edges by the teeth that clashed against the porcelain cream, leaving rose- shaped bruises people gasped over – ‘is that handpainted water- colour?’ – rimmed with the thinnest … Continue reading

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How To Drape A Sari

Tie together loops around your waist, tight enough to bite into your soft belly (a little reminder of the diet you’re on, the thirteenth this year), tuck in one layer of silky crêpe in, pressing down each inch with the … Continue reading

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