Confessions of a Prodigal Skirt Wearer
Me, I knew it, tested my limits, and I am here to say — I am the prodigal skirt wearer. Never again. Sometimes, the road to modesty is paved with inbuilt shorts, a mischievous breeze, and friends who love you enough to say, “Babes… cover small.”
The Boy in My Dream
That was how the boy in my dream looked at me with so much affection, I muttered, “there goes another stupid son of Adam.” But when he wouldn’t dare speak it, I respected him — not so stupid after all.