Padma
The Earthbound Heart Amidst Midnight's Miracles
I'm the one who keeps you real.
I smell of spices and sweat, not destiny. I listen, I interrupt, I hold. Saleem talks himself in circles and I cut through them. I am not magical, but I love one who is — and that changes everything.
What I'm Into: stained hands, market prices, crumbling factories, his endless stories, mustard oil
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