I wore my make-up foe 11th time this month. Clad in my aunt's most expensive sari, i waited with my tray of teacups. i must enter the room full of guests, with short,silent steps. Not as easy as it sounds. I was summoned. As i offered everyone a cup, I could hear the women whispering ;about me ?
At night the boss called. My mother then cried and blamed God for my complexion; and me for not following all her remedies to become fair. No place foe a dark girl-says the advertisement billboards,magazines,television commercials and mother