Nabigreko Keti | The Un-spoilt Girl

I sat down on the plastic chair. The plastic table in front of me was layered by a flower-patterned plastic sheet. It looked worn out. If plastic had life, it would probably have been dead. Nevertheless, it held an ancient charm to it. People often find old houses and old cars charming. Can't old plastic … Continue reading Nabigreko Keti | The Un-spoilt Girl